Clive Barker > Quotes

“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.”
― Clive Barker, Chiliad: A Meditation

“She got up and crossed to the window. Like father like daughter, he thought: window freaks, both of them.”
― Clive Barker, The Damnation Game

“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.”
― Clive Barker, The Scarlet Gospels

“The sun rose like a stripper, keeping its glory well covered by cloud till it seemed there’d be no show at all, then casting its rags off one by one.”
― Clive Barker, Cabal

“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.”
― Clive Barker, Dread [Graphic Novel]

“Isn’t there anything you care about?” “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.”
― Clive Barker, The Scarlet Gospels

“I can guess what you think about her, and I’d probably be thinking the same thing if I was standing where you are. But I’m not. I’m here. You’re there. It’s fucking miles, Will.” He drew a short, almost panicked breath. “I’m dying. And I don’t like it. I’m not at peace, I’m not reconciled—” He turned to claim the joint back from Will. “I’m not . . . finished with being here. Not. Remotely. Finished.”
― Clive Barker, Sacrament

“Obscurum per obscurius, ignotum per ignotius, they advised. Let the obscure be explained by the more obscure, the unknown by the more unknown.”
― Clive Barker, The Great And Secret Show

“That which is imagined need never be lost.”
― Clive Barker, Weaveworld

“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.”
― Clive Barker, The Scarlet Gospels

“We are all our own graveyards I believe; we squat amongst the tombs of the people we were.”
― Clive Barker

“Nor in prayer either. He had told Billy the truth, about his giving up God when his prayers for his father’s life had gone unanswered. Of such divine neglect was aetheism made; belief could not be rekindled now, however profound his terror.”
― Clive Barker, Books Of Blood Omnibus 2: Volumes 4-6

“Comenzó a caer por una espiral descendiente. Pasó tres meses sumergido en un baño de depresión y autocompasión que lo llevó al borde del suicidio. Pero su recién descubierto nihilismo le negó incluso esa solución.

Si no había nada que valiera la pena vivirse, de eso se deducía que tampoco había nada por lo que valiera la pena morir, ¿verdad? Avanzó a los tumbos de una esterilidad a la siguiente, hasta que todas sus ideas se echaron a perder por obra del narcótico, cualquiera que fuese, que sus inmoralidades le proporcionaban.”
― Clive Barker, The Hellbound Heart

“He was mystery, he was darkness, he was all she had dreamed of. And if she would only free him he would service her -oh yes- until her pleasure reached that thereshold that, like all theresholds, was a place where the strong grew stronger, and the weak perished.”
― Clive Barker, The Hellbound Heart

“Nothing’s right .... except what you feel and know.”
― Clive Barker, Cabal

“Yes, he knew his face was finely made, his forehead broad, his gaze haunting, his lips sculpted so that even a sneer looked fetching on them, but he needed a living mirror to tell him so.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: Featuring New Illustrations and an Appendix

“He took a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped hard at his mouth, back and forth, as though a residue of guilt clung there and he was afraid it would give him away.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: Featuring New Illustrations and an Appendix

“I want an explanation!” “I’ll give you one,” Maxine said: “You’re crazy.”
― Clive Barker, Coldheart Canyon: A Hollywood Ghost Story

“I lived, I suppose, in a cell of my own creation, while outside its walls lay a landscape of unparalleled richness. But I could not bear to venture there. In my self-delusion I thought I was a minor king, and I didn’t want to step beyond the bounds of what I knew for fear I lost my dominion.”
― Clive Barker, Galilee

“She was indeed tired , as she'd claimed , but it wasn't the cooking that exhausted her. It was the effort of suppressing her contempt for he damn fools who were gathered in the lounge below. She'd called them friends once , these half-wits , with their poor jokes and poorer pretensions.”
― Clive Barker, The Hellbound Heart

“she knew from experience there was no gainsaying the bigotry of faith.”
― Clive Barker, Weaveworld

“Hate remembered though; hate remembered long after love had forgotten”
― Clive Barker, Weaveworld

“What marked this place as another Dominion was the people in the streets outside, some human, many not, all retreating from the wind or the commotions it carried.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: Featuring New Illustrations and an Appendix

“Not a whisper of flatulence would dare this man’s bowels.”
― Clive Barker, The Damnation Game

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― Clive Barker, The Thief of Always: A Fable

“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.” What”
― Clive Barker, Cabal

“They looked, to all intents and purposes, like living men and women. But then wasn't that the trick of their craft? To imitate life so well the illusion was indistinguishable from the real thing?”
― Clive Barker, Books of Blood, Vol. 1

“En el mundo hay algo peor que el Terror... Hay sueños que se vuelven realidad.”
― Clive Barker, Books of Blood: Volume One

“Who in their right minds would trust someone who made a profession out of poking around in sick people?”
― Clive Barker, Books of Blood: Volume 4

“Youthful pleasures had possessed the appeal of newness, but as the years had crept on, and mild sensation lost its potency, stronger and stronger experiences had been called for.”
― Clive Barker, The Hellbound Heart: A Novel