Gerard Way Quotes

I stay hidden. I'm sort of hard to find.

Nature is wont to hide herself.

The less manifest the work, the stronger: as though a secret law demanded it always be hidden in what it shows, thus showing what must remain hidden, only showing it, in the end, by dissimulation.

The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself

I spend most of my life not wanting to be found, and actually, I'm pretty good at it.

-I'm trying to make myself invisible. -That's an odd thing to attempt.

All these years I kept my true nature hidden, running along like a small shadow so nobody could catch me. -Ying Ying

Subtlety chases the obvious up a never-ending spiral and never quite catches it.

The creatures I seek do not want to be seen.

Anybody can be specific and obvious. That's always been the easy way. It's not that it's so difficult to be unspecific and less obvious; it's just that there's nothing, absolutely nothing, to be specific and obvious about.

I like to keep people guessing.

One mysterious person looking at another mysterious person equals what? Another mystery.

The interesting thing about Bettie Page that I discovered was to leave the mystery. She always retained a little mystery. Let there be some unknowns.

The story of my life is about back entrances, side doors, secret elevators and other ways of getting in and out of places so that people won't bother me.

I've always had an air of mystery.

I want to be invisible.

I spend a substantial amount of my time endeavoring to fend off questions, and worry terribly that I might end up being too clear.

… where they will vanish in the night and fog.

It's an unknown, it's a disappeared. It has no identity, it's neither alive nor dead...it's disappeared

Nobody knows me.

Grey. It makes no statement whatever; it evokes neither feelings nor associations: it is really neither visible nor invisible. Its inconspicuousness gives it the capacity to mediate, to make visible, in a positively illusionistic way, like a photograph. It has the capacity that no other colour has, to make 'nothing' visible.

Truth, as ever, avoids the stranger.

I begin to see an object when I cease to understand it.

The art of nature is all in the direction of concealment.

Where I come from Nobody knows; And where I'm going Everything goes. The wind blows, The sea flows - And nobody knows.