Quotes from Clive Barker

La oscuridad también ha de desempeñar un papel. Sin ella, ¿cómo sabríamos que caminamos por la senda de la luz? Solamente cuando sus pretensiones se crecen debemos enfrentarnos a ella, domarla y a veces –llegado el caso- someterla durante un tiempo. Después se erguirá de nuevo, como debe ser.

Sure, work could be a pain in the ass, but it was purpose, and what was a life, any life, his life, without purpose?

En el mundo hay algo peor que el Terror... Hay sueños que se vuelven realidad.

does a lost soul help lost souls?

You won't simply witness what is going to unfold in Hell from this point outward; you will make a testament of it, wherein my acts and my philosophies will be recounted in full detail. They will be my Gospels, and I will forbid you nothing in their chapters and verses, as long as it is observed truth, however far from my ideal of myself I may fall.

No hay mayor placer que el terror. Siempre y cuando sea el de otra persona

A feeling of intense loss overwhelmed him for a moment as he thought of his once-charmed life—of love, and magic, and friends, all of it, and all of them, dead.

That's a whole other story.' 'Is it?' Gentle replied. 'Or is it all one?

His eyelids closed—buckled, really—the bones in his face so fragile they shattered under the weight of his very lids as he dropped to the threshold of existence. His last breath had already left him. And as he fell, life did the same.

At thirty-four, she'd decided she'd grown out of sex. Bed was for sleep, especially for fat girls.

But if it failed to show itself she would not grieve too deeply, for fear that the mending of broken hearts be a puzzle neither wit nor time had the skill to solve.

Every part of the dead kid's anatomy was swaying hypnotically. The tongue, hanging from the open mouth. The head, lolling on its slit neck. Even the youth's penis flapped from side to side on his plucked groin. The head wound and the open jugular still pulsed blood into a black bucket. There was an elegance about the whole sight: the sign of a job well done.

She was liquid; a boundless sea in a single body, a deluge in a small room, and I will gladly drown in her, if she grants me the chance.

We cannot believe, we men, that power will ever reside happily in the body of a woman, unless that power is a male child. Not true power. The power must be in male hands, God-given. That's what our fathers tell us, idiots that they are

There was time for all their miracles now. For ghosts and transformations; for passion and ambiguity; for noonday visions and midnight glory. Time in abundance. For nothing ever begins. And this story, having no beginning, will have no end

Sanity is a movable feast. One man's madness is another's politics.

All this talk of necromancy was just a morbid veil drawn over the filthy truth of the matter. Poor Elise! Stuck with a broken-down husband, who knew no better way to please than to give her over to an Englishman for an occasional pleasuring. Of all things, an Englishman! As if the English knew anything about making love. (Haeckel's Tale)

the spirit has its homeland, which is the realm of the meaning of things. Saint-Exupéry The Wisdom of the Sands

But the strongest scent was also the oldest – it was the perfume of his transgressions. There were other smells, too, some of which she could name – incense, books, sweat – and far, far more that she had no name for.

And there... he realised that he had a subject , a labour of love that would give him purpose, that would make sense in the senseless academic world. He would not have to let his studies go to hell. He would be the luckiest of men: someone whose private obsessions and public life intersected.

Sweets to the sweet, he murmured

If I've learned anything from two decades of fantastique writing it's that the more extraordinary the subject matter the more specific the details need to be.

They knew a lot, the dead. How many times had she said to Harry they were the world's greatest untapped resource? It was true. All they'd seen, all they'd suffered, all they'd triumphed over – lost to a world in need of wisdom.

Besides, he guessed she wouldn't have thanked him for delaying his purchase. She needed dope more than she needed him.