The Hellbound Heart Quotes

“Forsaking the dregs of her distaste, she put her hand upon his head, and felt the hair - silken, like a baby’s - and the shell of his skull beneath. He had learned nothing of delicacy since last he’d held her. But despair had taught her the fine art of squeezing blood from stones; with time she would have love from this hateful thing, or know the reason why.”
― Clive Barker, The Hellbound Heart