Quotes from Clive Barker

Youth inhabits his face like a hermit crab its borrowed shell. He will outgrow his shelter sooner than he thinks. Only then will he know what it is to be naked.

I used to tell myself that," he said. "Day in, day out. Used to try and dream the agonies away. But you can't. Take it from me. You can't. They have to be endured.

Her mother had always said that women, being more at peace with themselves than men, needed fewer distractions from their hurts.

Es war ekelerregend, es war sauberste Arbeit, und es verwirrte zutiefst.

Then, having finished with his gesture of remorse, he sat down, like any decent man who has been deeply wronged, and planned murder.

The wind was not invisible. It had a texture, as though it carried a weight of dust, the motes steadily gumming up her eyes and sealing her nose, finding its way into her underwear and up into her body by those routes too.

In my mind the river flows both ways. Forward, to the explanation of things; to a destination which will justify the agonies of travel. And back, back to a time when the river was real, and those who wandered along its banks had little interest in visions.

And whatever she suffered, he will suffer so much worse, so much worse. However loudly she cried, and begged him to stop, her murderer will cry out more loudly.

He is not angry now; knives are not angry. He is not tearful now; knives are not tearful. He is simply sharp and keen and inevitable.

No sword shall touch you. Unless it be mine." — Anonymous, lover's oath

Lori had broken that spell of despair, coming to him not begging but demanding he forgive himself.

That's fucked," he remarked, sounding a damn sight less nonchalant than he felt.

This kind of business (murder) required detachment. The trick was to do it almost casually, as you might flick on the radio, or swat a mosquito.

The Monastery of the Cenobitical Order was a large-walled compound built seven hundred thousand years ago on a damned-made hill of stone and cement.

There is in our natures a calamitous hunger for consummation.

I feel things other people don't. I don't think it's particularly clever of me, or anything like that. I just do it.

Logic is the last refuge of a coward.

And Quaid knew, meeting the clown's vacant stare through an air turned bloody, that there was worse in the world than dread. Worse than death itself. There was pain without hope of healing. There was life that refused to end, long after the mind had begged the body to cease. And worst, there were dreams come true.

Evil is never abstract. It is always concrete, always particular and always vested in individuals. To deny monsters as individuals the right to speak, to actually state their case, is perverse - because I want to hear the Devil speak. I like the idea that a point of view can be made by the dark side.

Living and dying we feed the fire," Steep said softly. "That is the melancholy truth of things.

Are you ready for the apocalypse?

Women are these wonderful mysteries and they excite me on all kinds of levels. Their power over us is, I think, often a moral power as well as a sexual power. I think women, generally speaking, have a better sense of what is whole and good and sensible. The old feminist line, 'Take the toys from the boys' is an extremely sensible observation, you know?

and what constitutes the making of a true storyteller; someone who speaks directly to the reader's dreams with dreams of their own.

No. No, I'm not." Then she said: "I'm somebody else. I just don't know who that somebody else is yet." "Well that's what journeys are for," Diamanda Murkitt said.