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181 " being with people makes me vomit. I don't like em. I never did. "
― Clive Barker
182 " True joy is a profound remembering; and true grief the same. "
― Clive Barker , Weaveworld
183 " His body and his mind went about their different businesses. The former, freed from conscious instruction, breathed, rolled, sweated, and digested. The latter went dreaming. "
― Clive Barker , Imajica
184 " Gather experience... Look at what you should not look at. A feeling of anxiety is the sure and certain evidence that you should do this. "
185 " Whatever capacity she possesses to supernaturally beguile a human soul—and she possesses many—she liked his clear-sightedness too well, to blind him that way. "
― Clive Barker , Galilee
186 " To you who have never died, may I say: Welcome to the world! "
187 " You can plan to be brave - it's even better if you just try to be brave. "
188 " I dreamed a limitless book,A book unbound,Its leaves scattered in fantastic abundance.On every line there was a new horizon drawn,New heavens supposed;New states, new souls.One of those souls,Dozing through some imagined afternoon,Dreamed these words.And needing a hand to set them down,Made mine. "
189 " There is no delight the equal of dread "
― Clive Barker , Books of Blood: Volumes One to Three (Books of Blood, #1-3)
190 " Of course it’s the apparently tranquil periods that deceive us. Though our instruments or our senses or our wits may not be able to see the processes that are leading toward these clusters of events, they’re happening. The star, the wheel, the butterfly—all are in a subtle state of unrest, waiting for the moment when some invisible mechanism signals that the time has come. Then the star explodes; the wheel makes poor men rich; the butterfly mates and dies. "
191 " And this story, having no beginning, will have no end. "
192 " You are my beauty, my body, perfected. All I was drained off into you. When you left, my health went with you - leaving a moral morbidity I smell in my sleep. The acts I committed for the love of you. Acts I can never forget. I crawled into the bellies of the dead to fish out a little life... I have an appetite for it now. I have an unrelenting lust for death. "
193 " 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 to wake up with footprints all over his chest, all over his face. It was the death of him, finally. "
― Clive Barker , Abarat
194 " Behind their eyes the hope was sickening and in many, dead. They lived from event to event with a subtle terror of the gap between, filling up their lives with distractions to avoid the emptiness where curiosity should have been. "
195 " I will say it one last time: Demonation! The feeling of it! There are no words -how can there be?- to describe what it feels like to become words, to feel your life encoded, and laid out in black ink on white paper. All my love and hatred, melted into words. It was like the End of the World. "
― Clive Barker , Mister B. Gone
196 " Let the void come, and bring an end to the tyranny of hope. "
197 " I was born alive. Isn’t that punishment enough? "
― Clive Barker , Cabal
198 " He[Tom] read from the Almenak."'The song that the Vigil Snake sings is in fact one immensely long word; the longest in the ancient language of the species. It is so long that an individual can sing it for a lifetime and never come to the end of it.'""That sounds like a Kleppism to me," Geneva said. "How would they ever learn it?""Good question," said Tom. "Maybe they're born with it, like a migration instinct?"'"Born with a song,"said Geneva.Tom smiled. "Yes. Don't you like that idea?""Liking it and having it be true aren't the same thing, Tom.""Huh. Sometimes you need to let things strike your heart and not your head, Geneva. "
199 " Leavening the flat bread of what we know, with the yeast of what we dream may come to pass. "
200 " There must still be room for the falling note, of course. Even in an undying world there are times when beauty passes from sight, or love passes from the heart, and we feel the sorrow of partition. "