My mind tells me to rejoice for her, that she deserves the happiness. But my heart... is dying. I'm poisoned by feelings I've never felt before...Father, it hurts.
I've always dreaded this moment for you and I suppose I've always known it would come. The day when your heart would lead you to long for a life that can never be, Vincent.
[to reporter] Can you put a price tag on magic? The true value of great art lies in its ability to influence and enhance the quality of humanity. And contrary to popular opinion, I believe New Yorkers still qualify.