“This is a song for a scribbled out nameAnd my love keeps writing again and againThis is a song for a scribbled out nameAnd my love keeps writing again and againAnd again and again and again and again and again and again...”

“I've fallen out of favourAnd I've fallen from graceFallen out of treesAnd I've fallen on my faceFallen out of taxisOut of windows tooFell in your opinionWhen I fell in love with you”

“Holy water cannot help you nowA thousand armies couldn’t keep me outSee, I’ve come to burn your kingdom downI’ve come to smoke you outSeven devils all around youSeven devils in my houseSee, I was dead when I woke up this morning,And I’ll be dead before the day is doneAnd now all your love will be exorcisedAnd we will find your sayings to be paradoxAnd it’s an even sumIt’s a symphonyIt’s a battle cryThey can keep me alive‘Til I tear the walls‘Til I slave you heartAnd they take your soulAnd what have we done?”

“But, Erin. If you are trying to make a writing career for yourself, you will get rejected again and again and again. You must keep going. You must learn not to take no for an answer.”

“I am a Beginner. What the others are I don't really know. All I know is I am wiped out every six months or so. I die. I have died hundreds and hundreds of times. It is always the same death. I do not know what dies. Why must I always begin again and again – always the same high hopes, the identical death?”

“I went to the guest room and pretended to write. I hit the space bar again and again and again. My life story was spaces.”

“…she was discovering once again that reading and writing were not the same — you couldn't just soak it up then squeeze it out again.”