Honorees Name Quotes & Sayings

When you invite Jesus Christ into your life and embrace his command, Satan receives an eviction notice. Romans 10:9 — Felix Wantang

Here he produced two immense folded packets, which appeared each to contain a whole ream of closely written manuscript. They had been the labour of the worthy man's whole life; and never were labour and zeal more absurdly wasted. — Walter Scott

That sunlight of the dead which is called literature. — Marthe Bibesco

If God is just, I tremble for my country. — Thomas Jefferson

We are comrades now. — Liu Cixin

There are so many comics about violence. I'm not entertained or amused by violence, and I'd rather not have it in my life. Sex, on the other hand, is something the vast majority of us enjoy, yet it rarely seems to be the subject of comics. Pornography is usually bland, repetitive and ugly, and, at most, 'does the job.' I always wanted to make a book that is pornographic, but is also, I hope, beautiful, and mysterious, and engages the mind. — Dave McKean

Ask Dujek about the reports coming down from the North Campaign. Elder magic - Kurald Galain. The Lord of Moon's Spawn is the Master Archmage - you know his name as well as I do. — Steven Erikson

I thought I could never write a proper book; I'd never done it before. But I thought I could write a sequence. Then I had a chapter. The next thing I knew I was turning acting down. — Tana French

Sometimes in life, you get lost so you can find the right paths. — Lailah Gifty Akita

A world in which the choices we make do not finally matter, because our wills are already fixed beneath the weight of a crushing determinism, is not a human world. — William Shakespeare

You wouldn't believe how fast people can forget about someone. — Ally Condie

True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow. — Edward Hoagland

Do you mind if we stop at the Hip Hop Shop? Bess asked pleadingly. — Carolyn Keene

There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love. — Oscar Wilde