Some tiny creature, mad with wrath, is coming nearer on the path.

If you're doing nonsense it has to be rather awful, because there'd be no point. I'm trying to think if there's sunny nonsense. Sunny, funny nonsense for children — oh, how boring, boring, boring. As Schubert said, there is no happy music. And that's true, there really isn't. And there's probably no happy nonsense, either.

Not everything in life can be interpreted metaphorically; that's because things fall out on the way.

Explaining something makes it go away, so to speak; what's important is left after you have explained everything else.

Only art means anything.

I really think I write about everyday life. I don't think I'm quite as odd as others say I am. Life is intrinsically, well, boring and dangerous at the same time. At any given moment the floor may open up. Of course, it almost never does; that's what makes it so boring.

Interviewer: What is your greatest regret? Gorey: That I don't have one