Selfpublished Quotes & Sayings

People always try to make self-published authors feel insignificant. I have more respect for self-published authors, because I know the adversity they faced. They didn't just write a manuscript, query letter, and blam book deal. These authors had to do it the difficult way. There is no publisher, or agents, investing time, and money into making their book. Just the indie author's manuscript, own currency, and persistence. — Mary Sage Nguyen

My father Sam, by his lifelong example, displayed for me the virtues of an honest day's work and of great personal courage. — Marv Levy

There're going to be animals in God's Heaven on Earth, a New Heaven and a New Earth! God's not going to have His Creation defeated. He put those animals here for pets and playthings and companions for you and your children, and you're still going to enjoy the animals. — David Berg

Being on Facebook as an Author and listing your books is like being a tiny single word in a giant dictionary! If people don't search for you they don't find you. They don't take notice of you. They don't even know you exist! Thats the hard reality of Socialmedia! — Lily Amis

I want to see mountains again, Gandalf, mountains, and then find somewhere where I can rest. In peace and quiet, without a lot of relatives prying around, and a string of confounded visitors hanging on the bell. I might find somewhere where I can finish my book. I have thought of a nice ending for it: and he lived happily ever after to the end of his days. — J.R.R. Tolkien

I am the product of the masses of my country and the product of my enemy. — Winnie Madikizela-Mandela

I just like to have the ideas. Other people can help see them through. — Amy Sedaris

Value a day
only by the love
that you gave away. — Debasish Mridha

Tears of grief are unique. They contain chemicals that aren't found in the more mundane droplets of moisture that bathe the eyes, as if our tears wash us free of some noxious cause of sorrow. And tonight, after crying until I am empty, I have a rare glimpse of my own interior landscape - wounds piled like tiny skeletons into the reef of conscious adult life. I am aground amid my conquered traumas, stranded as a consequence of my achievements. — Carol Cassella