I've held a brain in my hands, which is an extraordinary experience. Clive Barker More Quotes by Clive Barker More Quotes From Clive Barker 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. Clive Barker caredarkpromise After all, where can the glorious, the goofy, and the god-like stand shoulder to shoulder? Clive Barker goofyshouldersglorious Sung to the tune of O Christmas Tree O woe is me, O woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree, But it was eaten by a newt, And now I have no cuddly fruit, O woe is me, O woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree! Clive Barker woe-is-metunestree The extraordinary's the norm. Clive Barker normextraordinary Books should make somebody look at how they feel, be honest with themselves. Clive Barker honestbooklooks Never believe your eyes Clive Barker eyebelieve We have great cities to visit: New York and Washington, Paris and London; and further east, and older than any of these, the legendary city of Samarkand, whose crumbling palaces and mosques still welcome travelers on the Silk road. Weary of cities? Then we’ll take to the wilds. To the islands of Hawaii and the mountains of Japan, to forests where Civil War dead still lie, and stretches of sea no mariner ever crossed. They all have their poetry: the glittering cities and the ruined, the watery wastes and the dusty; I want to show you them all. I want to show you everything. Clive Barker new-yorkwarlying And in time it will be as though men had never come to this perfect corner of the world-never called it paradise on earth, never despoiled it with their dream factories; and in the golden hush of the afternoon all that will be heard will be the flittering of dragonflies, and the murmur of hummingbirds as they pass from bower to bower, looking for a place to sup sweetness. Clive Barker paradise-on-earthdreammen In this sense love is of a different order to any other phenomenon, for it may be both an event and a sign of that invisible mechanism I spoke of before; perhaps the finest sign, the most certain. In it’s throes we need neither luck nor science. We are the wheel, and the man who profits by it. We are the star, and the darkness it pierces. We are the butterfly, brief and beautiful. Clive Barker butterflystarsbeautiful But I think humans are innately religious as a species, so you don't need a specific excuse for examining the perversely unholy. Clive Barker religiousneedsthinking Well, here he was. They could save each other, the way the poets promised lovers should. 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 threshold that, like all thresholds, was a place where the strong grew stronger, and the weak perished. Pleasure was pain there, and vice versa. And he knew it well enough to call it home. Clive Barker painstronghome With the inevitability of a tongue returning to probe a painful tooth, we come back and back and back again to our fears, sitting to talk them over with the eagerness of a hungry man before a full and steaming plate. Clive Barker teethsittingmen I don't take accusations of selling out lightly. Clive Barker selling-outaccusationselling My life is in the art that I make, and I'm very happy with it. Clive Barker very-happylife-isart As for theatre, there's ups and downs to everything. Theatre is ephemeral. But that is part of its charm because you can always say the production was better than it was. Clive Barker charmephemeraltheatre How many human eyes...had snatched glimpses of their secret anatomies, down the passage of years? Clive Barker eyesecretyears You have to taste the sour urine before you break the jug. Clive Barker jugsbreaktaste By and large I think art is made by people who have discipline married to talent in sufficiently large amounts to work even if they don't feel like it. Anybody can get maudlin and decide to write poetry at 11 at night; the question is, can you do it at 8:30 on a Monday morning..? Clive Barker mondaymorningart Keep it simple. Trust your imagination. Discover what is unique about your imagination. Don't simply read a story and copy it. Clive Barker uniquesimpleideas Sooner or later even the most ambitious glutton must crawl away and seek the solace of the vomitorium. Clive Barker solacesooner-or-laterambitious
