Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it. — Edna St. Vincent Millay. American poet (1892–1950) Advice
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.
My candle burns at both ends It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light.