“My dear Vincent”

“Someday my paintings will be hanging in the Louvre.[Vincent Van Gogh]”

“Thank you for being here, my beauty. Mon ange. My Kate. Your utterly, Vincent.”

“Imagine if we all went around telling people exactly what we were thinking—we’d all sound like a bunch of third graders. MY Vincent drink will be much better than YOUR Vincent drink.”

“I shall forget you presently, my dear (Sonnet IV) "I shall forget you presently, my dear,So make the most of this, your little day,Your little month, your little half a yearEre I forget, or die, or move away,And we are done forever; by and byI shall forget you, as I said, but now,If you entreat me with your loveliest lieI will protest you with my favorite vow.I would indeed that love were longer-lived,And vows were not so brittle as they are,But so it is, and nature has contrivedTo struggle on without a break thus far,—Whether or not we find what we are seekingIs idle, biologically speaking.— Edna St. Vincent Millay, The Selected Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay (Modern Library, 2001)”

“If Edna St. Vincent Millay was right and childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies, then my childhood ended when I was fifteen.”