Clive Barker Quotes

Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.

Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love

Walk with care in dark places, and do not put your faith in anyone who promises you the forgiveness of the Lord or a certain place in Paradise.

All Darkness was one darkness in the end. Of heart or Heavens, one Darkness.

O little one, My little one, Come with me, Your life is done. Forget the future, Forget the past. Life is over: Breathe your last.

All things are true. God's an Astronaut. Oz is Over the Rainbow, and Midian is where the monsters live." - Peloquin

Men. Young men. Legal age, mind you. But young nonetheless. And it’s not what you think. When we meet, we make … magic.

I was cured in my new infamy of all the tired wisdom of age. I would never weary into that tired state again---I swore to myself, I would always be this raw, wet child hereafter...

Is there any good news?' Tesla

I don't feel there's any reason to apologise for having a wicked imagination. I think it's important as a maker of fantasy and of horror.

Angels have very nasty tempers. Especially when they’re feeling righteous.

you must be careful with kindness. It's usually mistaken for weakness by stupid people.

In my ArtI have butone fear:that we willfail to befearless.

[Horror fiction] shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory, and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion.

Living in Hell kept him aware of the possibility of Heaven, and he’d never felt more alive.

Kaufman almost smiled at the perfection of its horror. He felt an offer of insanity tickling the base of his skull, tempting him into oblivion, promising a blank indifference to the world.

I really believe that there is an enormous appetite amongst readers for an originality of vision. In other words, be true to your own dreams and there will always be people who want to hear them.

We cry for ourselves, don't we? Not for the dead. The dead are past caring.

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

Neil Gaiman is a star. He constructs stories like some demented cook might make a wedding cake, building layer upon layer, including all kinds of sweet and sour in the mix.

You’ve always got me”“Always?”“Didn’t I just say so?”“Yes”“Am I liar? ““No.” I lied.

I know many a strong man undone by marriage.

Didn't open the box? What was it last time? Didn't know what it was? And yet we do keep finding each other, don't we? - Cenobite

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

The dead have highways." Clive Barker

Wherever I go, I will speak of you with love.

That's half of your trouble, " muttered the crocodile. "You believe everything's true.""That's because everything is, " replied Mr. Bacchus.

Writing about the unholy is one way of writing about what is sacred.

We’re making strange fictions of strange things inside ourselves.

The great grey beast February had eaten Harvey Swick alive.

Sometimes nature is even crueller than politics.

Born from different parents, they were siblings in death, destroyed by the same hand.

Dream!Forge yourself and riseOut of your mind and into others.Men, be women.Fish, be flies.Girls, take beards.Sons, be your mothers.The future of the world now liesIn coral wombs behind our eyes.

I have deeper journeys to take. Metaphysical journeys to see Christ. Shaman journeys. It's what I have been elected by God to do.

A monster lies in wait in me, A stew of wounds and misery, But fiercer still in life and limb, The me that lies in wait in him.