An enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.
Echoes of the Great SongThe one thing I was good at was winning scholarships and prizes, and that era was coming to an end.
The Bell JarI’ve learned to lick my own foul wounds and prize the taste of ache.
On Being a Rat and Other ObservationsHe had a nice smile. Seeing it, I felt like I’d won a prize, because he was so sparing with them.
Saint AnythingWhat were prizes but one more level of control imposed on Art by the establishment?
Stone Mattress: Nine Tales