It's all very well and nice to sit around and debate what person would look best as a statue. I mean, there are so many ugly writers to pick from (and I don't just mean ugly in person, but ugly in personality, as well). But at the end of the day, it's all a bit meaningless, really, isn't it? I mean, the statue goes up on your shelf, and eventually someone says, "What's that for?" and you have to explain that you wrote something, some judges liked it, and you won.
"Oh," says that stranger in your house. "That's nice. How much money did you win?"
If the answer is anything less that Something Something Hundred Thousand Dollars, the smile is polite, but unimpressed.