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What I Wished More Than Anything Was That The Thing Hadn't Happened At All, And I Thought That By Not Mentioning It I'd Be Doing Everyone Else A Favor.

What Is Pertinent Is The Calmness Of Beauty, Its Sense Of Restraint. It Is As Though The Land Knows Of Its Own Beauty, Its Own Greatness, And Feels No Need To Shout It.

I Think The Judging Process Is Full Of Integrity, Compared To Some Other Prizes Around The World. The Fact That They Change The Panel Of Judges Every Year Keeps It From Becoming Corrupt. I Think It's Very Difficult If You've Got Judges For Life; Obviously Relationships Are Cultivated Between Judges And Authors, And Publishing Houses.

All I Know Is That I've Wasted All These Years Looking For Something, A Sort Of Trophy I'd Get Only If I Really, Really Did Enough To Deserve It. But I Don't Want It Anymore, I Want Something Else Now, Something Warm And Sheltering, Something I Can Turn To, Regardless Of What I Do, Regardless Of Who I Become. Something That Will Just Be There, Always, Like Tomorrow's Sky. That's What I Want Now, And I Think It's What You Should Want Too. But It Will Be Too Late Soon. We'll Become Too Set To Change. If We Don't Take Our Chance Now, Another May Never Come For Either Of Us.

Indeed — Why Should I Not Admit It? — In That Moment, My Heart Was Breaking.