“If I could go back in time, I'd love to whisper sweet nothings in Van Gogh's ear, but not while it was attached to his head.”
“It’s very hard to whisper in your own ear. Love is an art, but as an artist, I guess I’m no Van Gogh.”
“I have Van Gogh's ear for music”
“Women love to talk. I'll bet Van Gogh had a woman. And I'll bet she talked his ear off.”
“Wasn't he the one who sliced off his ear and mailed it to his girlfriend?""Van Gogh," said Varen, in a monotone that suggested he might be in pain."Van Gogh," Gwen said, leaning away, waving the apple. "Edgar Allan Poe. Close enough!”
“If I hung out with Van Gogh, I don’t know what we’d do. We’d just play it by ear, I guess.”