Will Thomas
Will Thomas
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NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
CountryUnited States of America
time pain fall
In time the savage bull sustains the yoke; In time all haggard hawks will stoop to lure; In time small wedges cleave the hardest oak, In time the flint is pierced with softest shower, And she in time will fall from her disdain, And rue the sufferance of your friendly pain.
time sophisticated mortality
All investigations of Time, however sophisticated or abstract, have at their true base the human fear of mortality.
bananas breakfast danger
Danger's over, Banana Breakfast is saved.
miles form explosions
Explosion without an objective', declared Miles Blundell, 'is politics in its purest form'.
roots why-not weapons
A weapon based on Time . . ." mused Viktor Mulciber. "Well, why not? The one force no one knows how to defeat, resist, or reverse. It kills all forms of life sooner or later. With a Time-weapon you could become the most feared person in history." "I'd rather be loved," said Root. Mulciber shrugged. "You're young.
demon maxwell communicate
But as with Maxwell's Demon, so now. Either she could not communicate, or he did not exist.
clerks roles rooms
Liebig himself seems to have occupied the role of a gate, or sorting-demon, such as his younger contemporary Clerk Maxwell once proposed, helping to concentrate energy into one favored room of the Creation at the expense of everything else.
sentimental surrealist
There is nothing so loathsome as a sentimental surrealist.
lasts arriving moments
Our history is an aggregate of last moments
vampire kind crosses
For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross
despair relevance
Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
greed abuse power-of-love
Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.
statistician
This spiritualist, this statistician, what are you anyway?
atheist home broken
It's been a prevalent notion. Fallen sparks. Fragments of vessels broken at the Creation. And someday, somehow, before the end, a gathering back to home. A messenger from the Kingdom, arriving at the last moment. But I tell you there is no such message, no such home -- only the millions of last moments . . . nothing more. Our history is an aggregate of last moments.