Sentence examples for thicket like from inspiring English sources

One of O'Connell's best friends, a rare-book dealer named Dan Wechsler, said that if someone had told him when he first met O'Connell, twenty-five yeago ago, that he would end up navigating a corporate thicket like Walmart, he would not have believed it.

Whatever the end result, the case has serious implications for the acquisition of startups, and corporate development heads are paying close attention to how to improve processes — particularly around due diligence — to ensure they aren't caught in an intellectual property thicket like Uber is facing right now.

The dialogue may be a bit patchy in parts, but that is overcome by the way Herzog uses his camera as a machete, dragging viewers deep into jungle thicket like you've never seen before.

The gate was cast in metal and fashioned in a tangled, thicket-like pattern that suggests the painfully difficult passage from life to death for those who died in the caves.

On the Island, these aggressive and prolific competitors include Oriental bittersweet, a tenacious vine; phragmites, a ubiquitous shoreline reed; multiflora rose, a thicket-like shrub; garlic mustard, a prolific seed-producer; and Norway maple and black locust, both introduced trees.

"Some of his thicket-like designs throb with the fervor of an old symbolic representation of the Burning Bush, while others have the formal, explicit robustness of Léger," Stuart Preston wrote in a New York Times review of a 1962 show.

Thickets like the one that caught Dr. Schnitzer's eye on a brief hike around the island are the most obvious examples of the power of lianas to affect tropical forests.

As a critic, Vendler has led me through the thickets like a bemused and grateful child for years now, but I've had growing misgivings over her critical method, and her Shakespeare book was where I finally lost it.

A whichy thicket of "much likes" and "but fors" parts for head-scratchingly oracular pronouncements: "Art, like death, is life's great leveler.

One week away from turning fifty, Clare decides at a rest stop along Interstate 80 in Iowa to leave her husband, Donald, and she promptly runs off between two rows to stop her life and rest within a womb-like thicket of stalks.

Under an ominous scoreboard that was growing uncomfortably tight, Allan Houston tried to barge his way through a thicket of Pistons like an outlaw throwing open a saloon door.