Crosscup 2020 2021 Quotes & Sayings

Fishing is not a benign activity; it is hunting in the water. — Sharon Gannon

What I've come to learn with self-publishing is that if you want to provide readers with something of equal quality, it requires the same amount of time and expense. — Jane Green

She is a jewel far richer than a mountain of coin could bring! — Andrea Zuvich

Frankly, if people aren't going to cast me because I'm queer, than I don't want to work with them. — Anthony Rapp

Secrets are secrets, but if it comes to choosing life or death, then I'm not taking them to the grave. — C.M. Stunich

In Einstein's equation, time is a river. It speeds up, meanders, and slows down. The new wrinkle is that it can have whirlpools and fork into two rivers. So, if the river of time can be bent into a pretzel, create whirlpools and fork into two rivers, then time travel cannot be ruled out. — Michio Kaku

Some people will hear you louder in silence. Those are your tribe - they'll get you through the tough days and give you something to laugh about on the ride. — Nikki Rowe

Religion is a solace to many and it is conceivable that some religion, somewhere, is Ultimate Truth. But being religious is often a form of conceit. The — Robert A. Heinlein

I'd never managed anyone before, so I don't have a lot of experience. But I'm lucky - I have a lot of team members who have a really honest relationship with me. — Ben Silbermann

It is never wise to run any race but your own. — Tim Fargo

The latter's boast that he had never read a book for pleasure in his life did not predispose me in his favour. — Anthony Powell

The last thing he heard was Medichi's voice crying out, It must be the goddamn breh-hedden. Again. Holy shit! It's a fucking epidemic! — Caris Roane

It doesn't take a farm to invoke the iron taste of leaving in your mouth. Anyone who loves a small plot of ground - a city garden, a vacant lot with some guerilla beds, a balcony of pots - understands the almost physical hurt of parting from it, even for a minor stint. I hurt every day I wake up in our city bed, wondering how the light will be changing over the front field or across the pond, whether the moose will be in the willow by the cabin again, if the wren has fledged her young ones yet and we'll return to find the box untended. I can feel where the farm is at any point in my day, not out of some arcane sixth sense developed from years of summer nights out there with the coyotes under the stars, but because of the bond between that earth and this body. Some grounds we choose; some are our instinctive homes. — Jenna Butler

For a moment, she wasn't Mia Corvere, daughter of a murdered house, parched with the thirst for revenge. Not a fledgling assassin or a servant of a goddess. Just a girl. And he a boy. Their eyes blind to all but each other. Aalea's voice echoing in her ears. — Jay Kristoff