Clive Barker Quotes

Often people who are wonderful with animals aren't always terribly good with human beings.

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

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 great grey beast February had eaten Harvey Swick alive.

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.

Wherever I go, I will speak of you with 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.

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

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

Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever.

We are the star and the darkness it peirces

Richard Christian Matheson is a master of compression. He knows how to catch a moment in words and convey it straight to the reader's heart.

My imagination is my polestar; I steer by that.

Fear is a place where you just tell the truth

There must still be room for the falling note, of course. Even in an undying world there are times when beauty passes from sight, or love passes from the heart, and we feel the sorrow of partition.

We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.

To call you excrement would be an insult to the product of my bowels.

Midian is where the monsters go.

There is no delight the equal of dread

No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering.

Words are sexier than flesh.

Writing a book is like masturbation, and making a movie is like an orgy.

I don't take accusations of selling out lightly.

I'm a poet,' the young man said, 'And it's my job to remember the sadness of things.

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

If you want to look like the people next door, you're probably smothering yourself into your dreams.

Life is short And pleasures few And holed the ship And drowned the crew But o! But o! How very blue the sea is.

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.

Whatever capacity she possesses to supernaturally beguile a human soul—and she possesses many—she liked his clear-sightedness too well, to blind him that way.

Have patience; the lovers will suffer lovers always suffer.

What I tried to do is deliver movies that have worked for me more than once.

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.

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

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

After all, where can the glorious, the goofy, and the god-like stand shoulder to shoulder?

A soul of water a soul of stone. A soul by name a soul unknown. The hours unmake our flesh our bone. The Soul is all and all alone!

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

What worth was a man who could not be haunted?

The extraordinary's the norm.

A man kills the thing he loves, and he must die a little himself.

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.

I've held a brain in my hands, which is an extraordinary experience.

Sooner or later even the most ambitious glutton must crawl away and seek the solace of the vomitorium.

You have to taste the sour urine before you break the jug.

Never believe your eyes

How many human eyes...had snatched glimpses of their secret anatomies, down the passage of years?

She was a sea: and I had to swim in her.

Three is the number of those who do holy work; Two is the number of those who do lover's work; One is the number of those who do perfect evil Or perfect good.

You'll learn, honey. Love can be the best thing in life. And it can be the worst. The absolute worst.

I dreamt a limitless book, A book unbound, Its leaves scattered in fantastic abundance On every line there was a new horizon drawn, New heavens supposed; New states, new souls.