“James Joyce used to use a fancy phrase for this: he calls it “aesthetic arrest.” And all aesthetic arrest actually means is, what are those one or two images that have utterly claimed your heart—claimed beyond thought, claimed beyond the temporary fashions of culture? And you are just forever in love with two or three things. And then the idea is, if you work out of them, if—to use that phrase I said earlier on—you let them have their way with you, then a life of real good trouble can be bequeathed to you.
If you’re over the age of twelve and under the age of ninety and you’re not in some kind of trouble, what the hell are you doing?—is what I think.”
Martin Shaw