The world continues to offer glittering prizes to those who have stout hearts and sharp swords.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In the world of literature, I see prizes as more of a duty to the craft itself, rather than as something for the individual.
Be it jewel or toy, not the prize gives the joy, but the striving to win the prize.
Prizes are like butterflies, colorful butterflies that fly away. I don't believe in prizes much.
There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.
There is something so arbitrary about prizes.
In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.
I've won all the prizes in Europe, every bloody one. I'm delighted to win them all, the whole lot.
Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart.
The nicest part of the prize, perhaps, is the effect on my friends and family. Each of them feels proud and happy to have the relationship with me that they do. In a way, it's as though they received an award too, and I like that very much.
Whatever possession we gain by our sword cannot be sure or lasting, but the love gained by kindness and moderation is certain and durable.