We’re too much ourselves. Afraid of letting go of what we are, in case we are nothing, and holding on so tight, we lose everything else. Clive Barker More Quotes by Clive Barker More Quotes From Clive Barker Anyway, it's gone. And there's nothing left in my pocket to charm you. So from now on it's going to have to be tears or nothing I'm afraid. That's all I've got left to tell you see: tears, tears, tears. Clive Barker pockets tears gone 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. Clive Barker despair littles way Wherever I go, I will speak of you with love. Clive Barker speak Leavening the flat bread of what we know, with the yeast of what we dream may come to pass. Clive Barker yeast dream may 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 take-time thieves ends Why'd you want to sing about sad things?" Candy had asked him. "Because any fool can be happy," he'd said to her. "It takes a man with real heart" —he'd made a fist and laid it against his chest— "to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep. Clive Barker real heart men Witch, do this for me, Find me a moon made of longing. Then cut it sliver thin, and having cut it, hang it high above my beloved's house, so that she may look up tonight and see it, and seeing it, sigh for me as I sigh for her, moon or no moon. Clive Barker cutting moon house True joy is a profound remembering; and true grief the same. Clive Barker true-joy grief profound What I tried to do is deliver movies that have worked for me more than once. Clive Barker literature I was a weird little kid. I was very irritable, bored, frustrated. I felt my imagination bubbling inside my head without having any way to express itself. Given a crayon and paper, I would not draw a train or a house. I would draw these monsters, beasts and demons. Clive Barker bored imagination kids My imagination is my polestar; I steer by that. Clive Barker steers my-imagination imagination I was cured in my new infamy of all the tired wisdom of age. I would never weary into that tired state again - -I swore to myself, I would always be this raw, wet child hereafter. Clive Barker tired age children If you want to look like the people next door, you're probably smothering yourself into your dreams. Clive Barker dream doors people I'm a great dog fanatic. My own dog died a little while ago and I take it very personally when things die-it's a major offence. Clive Barker dog loss animal Mutilation is the badge that can never be taken off, and sets us apart from all others. Pain is important to the bonding-a physical horror that bonds us ever tighter to all those who have partaken. The intensity of the experience helps to widen the gulf between us and those who have not shared. Clive Barker pain important taken I'm a poet,' the young man said, 'And it's my job to remember the sadness of things. Clive Barker sadness jobs men Spring, if it lingers more than a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer to end the days of perpetual promise. Summer in its turn soon begins to sweat for something to quench its heat, and the mellowest of autumns will tire of gentility at last, and ache for a quick sharp frost to kill its fruitfulness. Even winter — the hardest season, the most implacable — dreams, as February creeps on, of the flame that will presently melt it away. Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself. Clive Barker summer dream spring Midian is where the monsters go. Clive Barker monsters Life is short And pleasures few And holed the ship And drowned the crew But o! But o! How very blue the sea is. Clive Barker life-is-short sea blue Nothing happens carelessly. We’re not brought into the world without reason, even though we may never understand the reason. An infant that lives an hour, that dies before it can lay eyes on those who made it, even that soul did not live without purpose: this is my sudden certainty. Clive Barker eye purpose soul
