“What a fool you must be," said my head to my heart, or my sterner to my softer self.”
“You lit into me last night. You said what I did was stupid.- That's what my head said. But my heart... My stupid heart... Her voice broke. It was singing.”
“Fool," said my muse to me. "Look in thy heart and write.”
“Weep all the artful tears you like. You shall never make my hard heart the softer.”
“Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:"Fool!" said my muse to me, "look in thy heart, and write.”
“Break my heart? Is that what you just said? I have news for you; you didn't break my heart. My heart's fine. My heart's in the best shape of its life. You know what you did to me? You took an AK-47 and blew my soul open.”