All Clive Barker Quotes
- being with people makes me vomit. I don't like em. I never did. Ems
- 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… Any
- We're both thieves, Harvey Swick. I take time. You take lives. But in the end we're the same: both Thieves of Always. Both
- I want to be remembered as an imaginer, someone who used his imagination as a way to journey beyond the limits of self, beyond the… Appears
- Leavening the flat bread of what we know, with the yeast of what we dream may come to pass. Bread
- Wherever I go, I will speak of you with love. Funny
- Your flesh is killing your spirit. You have forsaken yourself. Flesh
- 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… Countless
- 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… Afraid
- You'll learn, honey. Love can be the best thing in life. And it can be the worst. The absolute worst. Absolute
- Perhaps a wiser eye than hers would be able to read tomorrow in tonight's stars, but where was the fun in that? It was better… Able
- Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love Abarat
- Funny that. We live in islands of Hours and we never seem to have time enough for anything... Funny
- I am a man, and men are animals who tell stories. This is a gift from God, who spoke our species into being, but left… All
- My feet are killing me." "I knew somebody who had feet like that. They'd walk all over him. Archie Kashanian was his name. He used… All
- She's...just a girl, you know. Like most girls: something and nothing. Girl
- What worth was a man who could not be haunted? Funny
- Let the mad find wisdom in their madness for the sane, and let the sane be grateful. Find
- 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… Abarat
- True joy is a profound remembering; and true grief the same. Grief