All Clive Barker Quotes
- 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
- The whole point about vision is that it's very individual, it's very personal, and it has to be confessional. It has to be something which… Art
- Those old hypocrites. They talk about killing witches but the Good Book’s full of magic. Turning the Nile to blood and parting the Red Sea.… Blood
- I don't like to make a distinction between the writer and the painter , finally , because I do both things anyway . Everybody's dreaming… Best
- ..She had that brand of pragmatism that would find her the first brewing tea after Armageddon. Armageddon
- Of all the rash and midnight promises made in the name of love, none, Boone now knew, was more certain to be broken than "I'll… All
- Words are sexier than flesh. Flesh
- Memory, prophecy, and fantasy— The past, the future, and The dreaming moment between— Are all in one country, Living one immortal day. To know that… All
- 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… Ache
- I'm a poet,' the young man said, 'And it's my job to remember the sadness of things. Job
- She wanted nothing that he could offer her, except perhaps his absence. Absence