Quotes from Clive Barker

When, finally, she did sleep, it was the slumber of a watcher and waiter. Light, and full of sighs.

And with that comprehension, so unlike the simplifications she'd been ruled by hitherto, she became even more certain that the carpet they carried was a last hope, while he — whose home the Weave contained — seemed increasingly indifferent to its fate, living in the moment and for the moment, touched scarcely at all by hope or regret.

Remember, Lucius, that everything you learn is already a part of you, even to the Godhead Itself. Study nothing except in the knowledge that you already knew it. Worship nothing except in adoration of your true self. And fear nothing--there the Maestro stopped and shuddered, as though he had a presentiment--fear nothing except in the certainty that you are your enemy's begetter and its only hope of healing. For everything that does evil is in pain. Will you remember those things?

I am not your Father. I am but a child, like you. Afraid, like you. Fearing sometimes, as you fear.

If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awoke Ã¢â'¬â€œ Aye, and what then?' S. T. Coleridge Anima Poetae

The century's getting old and stale; it needs new tribes.

Talk of Power and Might would always attract an audience. Lords never went out of fashion.

We all count the hours. We all look for completion, even if we fear it. We long to be consumed. I long to be consumed.

Was that the point about scattering ashes: that in the end they looked the same? Not just the snout and the tail, but a dog's ashes and a man's ashes. All reducible, with the addition of a little flame, to this mottled dust?

My skull was a face that concealed scorpions.

He loved getting crucified at the summer and winter solstices," Norma told Harry. Norma listened while the invisible presence added something to this. "He says you should try it, Harry. A crucifixion and a good blow job. Heaven on Earth.

So let it do its worst, if that at the last was inevitable. Let the void come, and bring an end to the tyranny of hope.

We wouldn't eat an important person like you. Sometimes we'll take a sailor, but — He shrugged. — so would you if it was always fish.

That's not fair! Life's not fair, Kaspar. You know that. You had a slave for — how long? Twelve years. Did you treat him 'fairly'? No, of course not. You beat him when you were in a bad mood, because it made you feel better, and when you felt better you beat him some more.

Sin lágrimas, por favor. Es un desperdicio de buen sufrimiento.

Memory, prophecy and fantasy—the past, the future and the dreaming moment between—are all one country, living one immortal day. To know that is Wisdom. To use it is the Art.

The flawlessly beautiful were flawlessly happy, weren't they?

The things I will invent will be, I suspect, mundane by comparison with the truth. And as I said, it's my intention that you should not know the difference. I plan to interweave the elements of my story so cunningly that you'll cease to even care whether an event happened out there in the same world where you walk, or in here, in the head of a crippled man who will never again move from his stepmother's house.

when the sun goes out and there's only night, we'll live on the earth. It'll be ours.

Our lives are scattered throughout with periods of unbelonging; in childhood, of course, and adolescence; but in adulthood too, when sudden loss (or gain) forces us to reassess things we believe immutable.

Gli parve che l'unica soluzione potesse essere la follia, nessuna speranza se non la perdita della speranza.

I am inevitable.

To be able to fly ? To be smoke , or a wolf ;to know the night , and live in it forever ? That's not so bad . You call us monsters . But when you dream it's of flying , and changing , and living without death .

There is no delight the equal of dread. As long as it's someone else's.