A Quote by Janet Frame

Life is hell, but at least there are prizes. Or so one thought. — © Janet Frame
Life is hell, but at least there are prizes. Or so one thought.
It is impossible to win the great prizes of life without running risks, and the greatest of all prizes are those connected with the home.
There is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream, a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought -a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!
No more prizes for predicting the rain, only prizes for building the arks
Nobel prizes are very special prizes, and it would be great to get one.
There may be certain genres that men dominate, but fiction not so much. The question of prizes is tricky because there are so many prizes.
I choose to ignore hell in my life. When I was a little kid I asked my Dad "Am I going to go to hell?" because I'd heard about hell. And he said, "Nothing you're gonna do will get you into hell." And so I got to ignore it.
Yes, hell exists. It is not a fairy tale. One indeed burns there. This hell is not at the end of life. It is here. At the beginning. Hell is what the infant must experience before he gets to us.
I never gave anybody hell! I just told the truth and they thought it was hell.
I never did give anybody hell. I just told the truth and they thought it was hell.
I'm not sure that the culture of literary prizes is always a good thing, but while there are literary prizes, it's nice to be nominated.
A lot of prizes have been awarded for showing the universe is not as simple as we might have thought.
Prizes are like butterflies, colorful butterflies that fly away. I don't believe in prizes much.
I hadn't looked at all the Nobel Prizes and thought, my goodness, there's no women. So it was a little bit surprising to me.
Oh, my brothers and sisters in Christ, if sinners will be damned, at least let them leap to hell over our bodies; and if they will perish, let them perish with our arms about their knees, imploring them to stay, and not madly to destroy themselves. If hell must be filled, at least let it be filled in the teeth of our exertions, and let not one go there unwarned and unprayed for.
Jean Paul Sartre says in "No Exit" that hell is other people. Well, our task in life is to make it heaven. Or at least earth.
I've been very lucky with prizes. But the thing about prizes is that, when you talk about a prize-winning author, you can be talking about one that is well-regarded but doesn't sell any books.
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