"Dorothea: "What the fuck are you?"Nix: "A man who wanted to be a God...then changed his mind.

Here is a list of terrible things,The jaws of sharks, a vultures wingsThe rabid bite of the dogs of war,The voice of one who went before,But most of all the mirror's gaze,Which counts us out our numbered days.
~ Clive Barker ~












More Clive Barker quotes
"All things are true. God's an Astronaut. Oz is Over the Rainbow, and Midian is where the monsters live." - Peloquin
"The dead have highways." Clive Barker
"I think that God that we have created and allowed to shape our culture through, essentially Christian theology is a pretty villainous creature. I thin...
"There is no such thing as originality. It has all been said before, suffered before. If a person knows that, is it any wonder love becomes mechanical ...
"That's half of your trouble," muttered the crocodile. "You believe everything's true.""That's because everything is," replied Mr. Bacchus.
"I don't feel there's any reason to apologise for having a wicked imagination. I think it's important as a maker of fantasy and of horror.
"There are things that are more important than the news and what’s happening today. There are these archetypes which are part of the human imagination ...
"[Horror fiction] shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory, and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion.
"O little one, My little one, Come with me, Your life is done. Forget the future, Forget the past. Life is over: Breathe your last.
"Here are the stories written on the Book of Blood. They are a map of that dark highway that leads out of life towards unknown destinations. Few will h...
"Kaufman almost smiled at the perfection of its horror. He felt an offer of insanity tickling the base of his skull, tempting him into oblivion, promis...
"Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened, we're red.
"The pain, I can assure you, will be exquisite.
"The moon had risen behind him, the color of a shark's underbelly. It lit the ruined walls, and the skin of his arms and hands, with its sickly light, ...