I Could Fill An Entire Second Life

I Might Be In The Basement. I'll Go Upstairs And Check. We Adore Chaos Because We Love To Produce Order. I Don't Use Drugs; My Dreams Are Frightening Enough.

Only Those Who Attempt The Absurd Will Achieve The Impossible. I Think It's In My Basement... Let Me Go Upstairs And Check.

To Tell You The Truth, I Am Rather Perplexed By The Concept Of 'art'. What One Person Considers To Be 'art' Is Often Not 'art' To Another. 'beautiful' And 'ugly' Are Old-fashioned Concepts That Are Seldom Applied These Days; Perhaps Justifiably, Who Knows? Something Repulsive, Which Gives You A Moral Hangover, And Hurts Your Ears Or Eyes, May Well Be Art. Only 'kitsch' Is Not Art - We're All Agreed About That. Indeed, But What Is 'kitsch'? If Only I Knew!

At Moments Of Great Enthusiasm It Seems To Me That No One In The World Has Ever Made Something This Beautiful And Important.

A Woman Once Rang Me Up And Said, 'mr. Escher, I Am Absolutely Crazy About Your Work. In Your Print -reptiles- You Have Given Such A Striking Illustration Of Reincarnation.' I Replied, 'madam, If That's The Way You See It, So Be It.'