"Ah yes, I remember well what it was like to be a true collector," Edward G. Robinson once remarked, "that soft explosion in the heart, that thundering inner 'yes' when you see something you must have or die. For over thirty years I made periodic visits to Renoir's 'Luncheon of the Boating Party' in a Washington museum, and stood before that magnificent masterpiece hour after hour, day after day, plotting ways to steal it."
["Of course, I started as a collector," he recalled on another occasion. "I can remember as if it were only yesterday the heart-pounding excitement as I spread out upon the floor of my bedroom The Edward G. Robinson Collection of Rare Cigar Bands. I didn't play at collecting. No cigar anywhere was safe from me. My father and uncles and all their friends turned their lungs black trying to satisfy my collector's zeal..."]