Muse Abuse/Quotes

Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief
All kill their inspiration
And sing about their grief

—U2, "The Fly"

Deep, so deep
The number-one I hope to reap
Depends upon the tears you weep
So cry, lover, cry

—The Beautiful South, "Song for Whoever"

I'm sorry, mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight
I'm cleaning out my closet

—Eminem, "Cleaning Out My Closet"

How dare Corinne write up Allegra's secret stories and send them off to magazines to be published?
How dare Corinne write them so poorly that no one wished to take them?

—The Jane Austen Book Club, Karen Joy Fowler

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