“She is a song written for someone else.”

“You gave her your heart, and she gave you the bird.” Nïx sighed. “Songs will be written about this.”

“My arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else.”

“People listening to songs are like people reading novels: for a few minutes, for a few hours, someone else gets to come in and hijack that part of your brain that's always thinking. A good book or song kidnaps your interior voice and does all the driving. With the artist in charge you're free for a little while to leave your body and be someone else.”

“Each song is a child I nourish and give my love to. But even if you have never written a song, your life is a song. How can it not be?”

“My arm was not the one she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else. I felt almost guilty being me.”