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

I don't know what it is I'm doing. But it's not that. Despite all evidence to the contrary.

My favorite journey is looking out the window.

If I do not seem to be mentioning anything I’ve read lately, it is because I am in one of those periods of undifferentiated flux or something in which I am reading about fifty, at a minimum, books at once, so of course I seldom finish one. Eventually this phase will pass, and I’ll discover I have about ten pages to go in all of them, and will sit down and systematically finish them, one after another.

More is happening out there than we are aware of. It is possibly due to some unknown direful circumstance.

This is the theory… that anything that is art… is presumably about some certain thing, but is really always about something else, and it’s no good having one without the other, because if you just have the something it is boring and if you just have the something else it’s irritating.

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