“I do not say words, which you want to hear.The words just told me, to write them down.”

“It seems to me that those songs that have been any good, I have nothing much to do with the writing of them. The words have just crawled down my sleeve and come out on the page.”

“Say the word. Say the word and I won't go.Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I'll spend the night with you.Better yet, why don't you just kiss me-”

“I write the word solitude on my wall and then below it: Do you know me at all? Are my words just air? Is my heart easy to spare?”

“For some reason, the act of writing them down makes me remember. Each word I write brings me closer to finding the right one.”

“You make me love books and the words inside them, because they talk about you. I know they do, they tell me that I love you, not as cliché as I write it, but in the warmest, deepest, calmest words I could ever read. I love you, like the books say it. And I'll find a better way to say it one day.”