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… — Edward Gorey Copy Share Image
Interviewer: What is your greatest regret? Gorey: That I don't have one — Edward Gorey Copy Share Image
I should like a parsley sandwich. To the best of my knowledge they are not in season. — Edward Gorey Copy Share Image
I really think I write about everyday life. I don't think I'm quite as odd as others say I am. — Edward Gorey Copy Share Image
There was a young lady named Mae Who smoked without stopping all day; As pack followed pack, Her lungs first turned black, And eventually… — Edward Gorey Copy Share Image
“Apropos of nothing at all except that it has been on my mind and I think I had better say it because it accounts… — Edward Gorey Copy Share Image
“How elegant! how choice! how gay! To think one doesn’t have to pay. There is sound of falling tears; It comes from nowhere to… — Edward Gorey Copy Share Image
I just kind of conjured them up out of my subconscious and put them in order of ascending peculiarity. — Edward Gorey Copy Share Image
I've never had any intentions about anything. That's why I am where I am today, which is neither here nor there, in a literal… — Edward Gorey Copy Share Image
The Suicide, as she is falling, Illuminated by the moon, Regrets her act, and finds appalling The thought she will be dead so soon. — Edward Gorey Copy Share Image
“He presented it with a length of string and passed on to the statue of Corrupted Endeavor to await the arrival of Autumn.” — Edward Gorey Copy Share Image
