“Muse who in the past inspired me to sing of the throes of love:
Go and repose.
What I need is a sword, rivers of gold,
and acrid prose.”

“In the past they (pain and revenge) helped me a lot, but now I prefer love to inspire me. All that arises from fear and grudge can perhaps make me more interesting but it is not what I want.”

“By definition, if prose is a river, poetry is a fountain.”

“It's a measure of treasure that gives me the pleasure
Of loving you the way I do
And you know I would gladly say I need your love badly
And bring these little things to you.
Cause you got gold
Gold inside of you
You got gold
Gold inside of you
Well I got some Gold inside me too”

“I need to go to parties, Raisa mused, so I don't think so much.”

“I do not need the musing of the philosophers to tell me what I am doing. It would be more interesting to let me know why I am doing it.”

“There's the wretched rent to pay,
Yet I glower at pen and ink:
Oh, inspire me, Muse, I pray,
It is later than you think!”

“If I'm going to sing like someone else, then I don't need to sing at all.”

“Save me, holy mother, please save me,
I got a heart of gold…
And for your love I'd go hungry and thirsty.
I need a saviour and you're the one…
I throw myself into the arms of mercy,
There's still hope for the runaway son!”

“Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story
of that man skilled in all ways of contending,
the wanderer, harried for years on end”