Clive Barker > Quotes

“This, no doubt, was the call 33 had heard. Bored with his balanced diet of maize and maple peas, tired of the pecking order of the loft and the predictability of each day — the bird had wanted out; wanted up and away. A day of high life; of food that had to be chased a little, and tasted all the better for that; of the companionship of wild things. All this went through Cal’s head, in a vague sort of way, while he watched the circling flocks.”
― Clive Barker, Weaveworld

“The winds mourn and whine was wiser than any psalm, prayer, or profession of love he’d ever heard. But”
― Clive Barker, Sacrament

“What time didn’t steal from under your nose, circumstance did. It was useless to hope otherwise. Useless to dream that the world somehow meant you good.”
― Clive Barker, Cabal

“It’d just be another opinion,” Maxine said, poking at the fire with the stick she’d picked up. “People would go on believing their favorite versions.” “You think?” “For sure. You can’t change people’s opinion about stuff like that. It’s embedded. They believe what they believe.”
― Clive Barker, Coldheart Canyon: A Hollywood Ghost Story

“Every part of the dead kid’s anatomy was swaying hypnotically. The tongue, hanging from the open mouth. The head, lolling on its slit neck. Even the youth’s penis flapped from side to side on his plucked groin. The head wound and the open jugular still pulsed blood into a black bucket. There was an elegance about the whole sight: the sign of a job well done.”
― Clive Barker, Books of Blood, Vol. 1

“The stench of disinfectant could not entirely mask the odor of human pain.”
― Clive Barker, Books of Blood: Volume 6

“Nobody's allowed to come and mourn, you see. Out of sight, out of mind: that's the idea. Of course, that's not the way it works, is it? People forget prime ministers, but they remember murderers.”
― Clive Barker, Books of Blood: Volume 5

“Evil is never abstract. It is always concrete, always particular and always vested in individuals. To deny monsters as individuals the right to speak, to actually state their case, is perverse - because I want to hear the Devil speak. I like the idea that a point of view can be made by the dark side.”
― Clive Barker

“Ένα σωρό πράγματα φεύγουν μέσα από τα χέρια σου και εσύ το μετανιώνεις μόνο όταν τα 'χεις χάσει για πάντα. Αλλά ό,τι χάνεται, χάνεται”
― Clive Barker, The Thief of Always

“Only when they have outrun the all-too-eager shadows of the Canyon and they are back in the glare of the billboards on Sunset Boulevard, do they wipe their clammy palms, and wonder to themselves how it was that in such a harmless”
― Clive Barker, Coldheart Canyon: A Hollywood Ghost Story

“This world . . . it disappoints you?"
"Pretty much," he replied.”
― Clive Barker, The Hellbound Heart: A Novel

“But then sanity was a movable feast, wasn't it? One man's madness might be another's politics.”
― Clive Barker, Books of Blood: Volume 5

“The dead have highways." Clive Barker”
― Clive Barker

“I wanted to be gone forever from being and knowing, which are the pieces of”
― Clive Barker, The Scarlet Gospels

“But when I look out at it I think, well, it’s going to take us all one of these days, whoever we are: mad bastards, lovers, drunkards, it’s not going to pick and choose. We’ll all go to nothing sooner or later. And you know, maybe it’s my age, but that doesn’t worry me any longer. We all have our time, and when it’s over, it’s over.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: A spellbinding epic fantasy novel

“… the spirit has its homeland, which is the realm of the meaning of things. Saint-Exupéry The Wisdom of the Sands”
― Clive Barker, Weaveworld

“We’re both thieves, Harvey Swick. I take time. You take lives. But in the end we’re the same: both Thieves of Always.”
― Clive Barker, The Thief of Always: A Fable

“He looked too drained to argue, his stare somehow unfinished, as though it had a place it wanted to rest but couldn’t find.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: Featuring New Illustrations and an Appendix

“He spent three months in a wash of depression and self-pity that bordered the suicidal. But even that solution was denied him by his new found nihilism. If nothing was worth living for it followed , didn't it , that there was nothing worth dying for either.”
― Clive Barker, The Hellbound Heart

“Men and your hunts,” Lilith went on, addressing, it seemed, some larger error in the Duke’s sex. “If you hadn’t been out killing healthy stags and boars in the first place, you could have married and lived and loved. But”—she shrugged—“we do as our instincts dictate, yes? And yours brought you here. To the very edge of your own grave.”
― Clive Barker, Coldheart Canyon: A Hollywood Ghost Story

“They knew a lot, the dead. How many times had she said to Harry they were the world’s greatest untapped resource? It was true. All they’d seen, all they’d suffered, all they’d triumphed over – lost to a world in need of wisdom.”
― Clive Barker, The Scarlet Gospels

“There was time for all their miracles now. For ghosts and transformations; for passion and ambiguity; for noonday visions and midnight glory. Time in abundance.

For nothing ever begins.

And this story, having no beginning, will have no end”
― Clive Barker, Weave World

“he felt sick as a flea in a leper’s jock strap.”
― Clive Barker, Weaveworld

“does a lost soul help lost souls?”
― Clive Barker, The Scarlet Gospels

“What are you trying to prove? Do you think if you kill enough people in the worst ways imaginable they’ll give you a name like the Madman, or the Butcher? It doesn’t matter how many abhorrent tortures you devise. You’ll always be the Pinhead.”
― Clive Barker, The Scarlet Gospels

“He’d never seen such a look on any human face: such a wilderness of innocent malice. A”
― Clive Barker, Weaveworld

“Just a foul stench, as if every dead man in the vicinity had sat up and expelled a breath,”
― Clive Barker, Weaveworld

“There is in our natures a calamitous hunger for consummation.”
― Clive Barker, Chiliad: A Meditation

“The true Wonderland was not like that, he knew. It was as much shadow as sunlight, and its mysteries could only be unveiled when your wits were about used up and your mind close to cracking.”
― Clive Barker, Weaveworld

“Нищо няма начало.
Няма първи миг, няма една дума или едно място, които да поставят началото на тази, или която и да е история.
Винаги може да се проследят нишките назад, до някоя предишна приказка, и до още по-ранни приказки — макар че колкото по-далечен става гласът на разказвача, толкова по-слаби изглеждат връзките — всяка епоха изисква приказката да се разказва така, сякаш е създадена през нея.
Така езичниците стават светци, трагичното — смешно, влюбените стават сантиментални, а демоните — механични играчки.
Нищо не е неизменно. Совалката влиза и излиза, факти и измислици, дух и материя, втъкани в мотиви, а общото помежду им е може би само това: сред тях е скрит филигран, който с времето ще се превърне в един свят.

В такъв случай мястото, което ще изберем за начало, трябва да бъде произволно.
Някъде между полузабравено минало и бъдеще, което засега сме зърнали само за миг.”
― Clive Barker , Weave World