“When no hope was left inside On that starry, starry nightYou took your life as lovers often doBut I could have told you, VincentThis world was never meant For one as beautiful as you.”
“Can it be that there is not enough space for man in this beautiful world, under those immeasurable, starry heavens?”
“Go on, do me in, you bastard cowards, I don't want to live anyway, not in a stinking world like this one.' I told Dim to lay off a bit then, because it used to interest me sometimes to slooshy what some of these starry decreps had to say about life and the world. I said: 'Oh. And what's stinking about it?”
“Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.”
“That tang of dogshit in darkness. That's your starry crown.”
“I have never left you. And I never told you you couldn't go outside. Take your children and go outside and play and shop. Resume your life. What are you afraid of?”