The enjoyment of art is the only remaining ecstasty that is neither illegal nor immoral.
HARDY CATHCART, The Dark Corner (1946)
One day, when I was about six, my parents had a row. And my mother...she threw a pickled herring at my dad and missed. It splattered all against the wall. I took one look at that pickled herring and that's when I decided to become an abstract expressionist!
SAUL, An Unmarried Woman (1978)