Quotes from Clive Barker

Mischief nodded. 'It's true,' he conceded. 'You're in the company of eight world-class thieves,' he said, not without a little touch of pride. 'Saints we are not.' But then,' said Deaux-Deaux, 'who is?' he thought on this. 'Besides saints.

Always, worlds within worlds.

Study nothing except in the knowledge that you already knew it. Worship nothing except in adoration of your true self. And fear nothing except in the certainty that you are your enemy's begetter and its only hope of healing.

Let the mad find wisdom in their madness for the sane, and let the sane be grateful.

Perhaps sunlight had always been luminous, and doorways signs of greater passage than that of one room to another. But she'd not noticed it until now.

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

So we make stories of our own, in fevered and envious imitation of our Maker, hoping that we'll tell, by chance, what God left untold. And finishing our tale, come to understand why we were born.

Of all the rash and midnight promises made in the name of love, none, Boone now knew, was more certain to be broken than I'll never leave you.

She's...just a girl, you know. Like most girls: something and nothing.

There's no conscious thing on the face of the world that doesn't know dread more intimately than its own heartbeat.

We're both thieves, Harvey Swick. I take time. You take lives. But in the end we're the same: both Thieves of Always.

Maybe the man had taken the wrong turning, but at least he'd travelled some extraordinary roads.

She had that brand of pragmatism that would find her the first brewing tea after Armageddon.

There are lives lived for love, and lives lived for art. We, happy band, have chosen the later persuasion.

We are the star and the darkness it peirces

All is death, woman. All is pain. Love breeds loss. Isolation breeds resentment. No matter which way we turn, we are beaten. Our only true inheritance is death. And our only legacy, dust.

Help me', he said, like a lost child. Go to Hell, the room respectfully replied; and for the first time in his life, he knew exactly what that meant.

Funny that. We live in islands of Hours and we never seem to have time enough for anything...

The pain, I can assure you, will be exquisite.

It is great good health to believe as the Hindus do that there are 33 million gods and goddesses in the world. It is great good health to want to understand one s dreams. It is great good health to desire the ambiguous and paradoxical. It is sickness of the profoundest kind to believe that there is one reality. There is sickness in any piece of work or any piece of art seriously attempting to suggest that the idea that there is more than one reality is somehow redundant.

You've always got me" "Always?" "Didn't I just say so?" "Yes" "Am I liar? " "No." I lied.

His body and his mind went about their different businesses. The former, freed from conscious instruction, breathed, rolled, sweated, and digested. The latter went dreaming.

Gather experience... Look at what you should not look at. A feeling of anxiety is the sure and certain evidence that you should do this.

True joy is a profound remembering; and true grief the same.