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?