It is always about discovering what, hidden, does not lie on the paper.
Everything we see… is just the visible part of reality.
A stage play ought to be the point of intersection between the visible and invisible worlds, or, in other words, the display, the manifestation of the hidden.
Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.
There is more in this heaven and earth than what the scientist knows and is revealed in the x-ray.
My forms are geometric, but they don't interact in a geometric sense. They're just forms that exist everywhere, even if you don't see them.
Children will always be afraid of the dark, and men with minds sensitive to hereditary impulse will always tremble at the thought of the hidden and fathomless worlds of strange life which may pulsate in the gulfs beyond the stars, or press hideously upon our own globe in unholy dimensions which only the dead and the moonstruck can glimpse.
There's always more to a story than a body can see from the fenceline.
There is more going on beneath the surface than we think, and more going on in little, finite moments of time than we would guess.
I'm just fascinated with the world that I can see, but I'm even more fascinated with the world that I can't see.
The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them. They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen.
We're trapped on this very thin slice of perception ... But even at that slice of reality that we call home, we're not seeing most of what's going on.
Our eyes only see the big dimensions, but beyond those there are others that escape detection because they are so small.
Everyone's got this hidden infinity that you only get glimpses of. They're always more complex than your conception of them will allow.
I believe there is an unseen world all around us.
Where do vanished objects go?" "Into nonbeing, which is to say, everything," replied Professor McGonagall. "Nicely phrased," replied the eagle door knocker, and the door swung open.
It would be so weird if we knew just as much as we needed to know to answer all the questions of the universe. Wouldn't that be freaky? Whereas the probability is high that there is a vast reality that we have no way to perceive, that's actually bearing down on us now and influencing everything.
There is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room. It is even stranger than a man talking to himself or a woman standing dreaming at her stove. It is as if another planet is communicating with you.
Where human eyes have never seen, where human beings have never been, I build a world of abstract dreams, and I wait for you.
People are more complicated than you give them credit for.
Visible things can be invisible. However, our powers of thought grasp both the visible and the invisible – and I make use of painting to render thoughts visible.
When one of my characters becomes aware of a magical element, it might be because the world is wider than we assume it to be, but it might also be a reminder to pay attention to what is here already, hidden only because it's been forgotten.
People remain unknowable to us, even people that we're very close to. And I think the same goes for our own selves.
We look not at the things which are what you would call seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporal. But the things that are not seen are eternal.
Invisible things are the only realities.
