100 Mind-Blowing Quotes By Clive Barker
Film director, Novelist, Writer, Screenwriter, Film producer, Actor, Playwright, Designer, Painter, Illustrator, Visual artist, Science fiction writer
Clive Barker is a renowned British pop artist whose work is displayed in private and museum collections which include ‘The British Museum in London’, ‘Sculpture Garden in Washington D.C’, ‘National Gallery of South Australia’, ‘Tate in London’, ‘The National Portrait Gallery In London’ and ‘Städtische Kunsthalle in Mannheim’. He left his course at Luton College of Technology and Art and joined ‘Vauxhall Motors’ car factory to work on assembly line. It was here when he realized his true calling while he learned the potential of sculpture especially in chrome plated metal and leather. This had a lasting influence on him and he worked primarily on cast metals and applied chrome finishes to his work. Following are some popular thoughts and words expressed by Clive Barker. Read through the quotes and sayings by Clive Barker.
Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep. Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened, we're red. [Horror fiction] shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory, and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion. Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love 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. That which is imagined can never be lost. No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering. To call you excrement would be an insult to the product of my bowels. Wherever I go, I will speak of you with love. I've learned two things in my life. One that love is the beginning and end of all meaning. And two that it is the same thing whatever shape our souls have taken on this journey. Love is love. Is love. One man's pornography is another man's theology. Writing about the unholy is one way of writing about what is sacred. Life is short
And pleasures few
And holed the ship
And drowned the crew
But o! But o!
How very blue
the sea is. A man kills the thing he loves, and he must die a little himself. We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad. Superman is, after all, an alien life form. He is simply the acceptable face of invading realities. The sun rose like a stripper, keeping its glory well covered by cloud till it seemed there'd be no show at all. Often people who are wonderful with animals aren't always terribly good with human beings. She had opened a door... and now she was walking with demons. And at the end of her travels, she would have her revenge... Pain had made a sadist of her. I dreamt 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. …there’s nothing in the world more fun than doing something you’re good at. Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever. Three is the number of those who do holy work;
Two is the number of those who do lover's work;
One is the number of those who do perfect evil
Or perfect good. Is there any good news?' Tesla said.
Who ever promised that? Who ever said there'd be good news? Evil, however powerful it seemed, could be undone by its own appetite. Give me B movies or give me death! Words are sexier than flesh. Welcome to the worst nightmare of all, reality! Walk with care in dark places, and do not put your faith in anyone who promises you the forgiveness of the Lord or a certain place in Paradise. She was a sea: and I had to swim in her. 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. Angels have very nasty tempers. Especially when they’re feeling righteous. The great grey beast February had eaten Harvey Swick alive. 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. A soul of water a soul of stone.
A soul by name a soul unknown.
The hours unmake our flesh our bone.
The Soul is all and all alone! Believe me, when I say;
There are no two powers
That command the soul.
One is God
The other is the tide.
From the novel Abarat She wanted nothing that he could offer her, except perhaps his absence. Have patience; the lovers will suffer lovers always suffer. You must be careful with kindness. It's usually mistaken for weakness by stupid people. You'll learn, honey. Love can be the best thing in life. And it can be the worst. The absolute worst. I haven't even had a life I could call my own, and you're ready to slot me into the grand design. Well, I don't think I want to go. I want to be my own design. So we make stories of our own, in fevered and envious imitation of our Maker, hoping that we'll tell, by chance, what God left untold. And finishing our tale, come to understand why we were born. Perhaps sunlight had always been luminous, and doorways signs of greater passage than that of one room to another. But she’d not noticed it until now. There’s no conscious thing on the face of the world that doesn’t know dread more intimately than its own heartbeat. All things are true. God's an Astronaut. Oz is Over the Rainbow, and Midian is where the monsters live." - Peloquin Dorothea: "What the fuck are you?"
Nix: "A man who wanted to be a God...then changed his mind. We're both thieves, Harvey Swick. I take time. You take lives. But in the end we're the same: both Thieves of Always. There are lives lived for love, and lives lived for art. We, happy band, have chosen the later persuasion. To dream in isolation can be properly splendid to be sure; but to dream in company seems to me infinitely preferable. Maybe the man had taken the wrong turning, but at least he'd travelled some extraordinary roads. Always, worlds within worlds. 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 never leave you. 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. Let the mad find wisdom in their madness for the sane, and let the sane be grateful. She's...just a girl, you know. Like most girls: something and nothing. You’ve always got me”
“Didn’t I just say so?”
“Am I liar? “
“No.” I lied. Help me', he said, like a lost child.
Go to Hell, the room respectfully replied; and for the first time in his life, he knew exactly what that meant. 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. We are the star and the darkness it peirces Being with people makes me vomit. I don't like em. I never did. Funny that. We live in islands of Hours and we never seem to have time enough for anything... Journey to the end of day,
Come the fire-fly,
Come the moon;
Say a prayer for God's good grace
And sleep with lore upon your face. You can plan to be brave - it's even better if you just try to be brave. ..She had that brand of pragmatism that would find her the first brewing tea after Armageddon. 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. 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. To you who have never died, may I say: Welcome to the world! True joy is a profound remembering; and true grief the same. 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 is Wisdom.
To use it is the Art. There is no delight the equal of dread Midian is where the monsters go. We cry for ourselves, don't we? Not for the dead. The dead are past caring. (...) An amalgam of sexual excess and demonic elegance, as likely to fuck you as tear out your heart. And this story, having no beginning, will have no end. Leavening the flat bread of what we know, with the yeast of what we dream may come to pass. Sooner or later even the most ambitious glutton must crawl away and seek the solace of the vomitorium. What worth was a man who could not be haunted? Your flesh is killing your spirit. You have forsaken yourself. Beautiful," Grillo said.
"Would Swift approve?"
"Somebody should have. Nothing ever begins. There is no first moment; no single word or place from which this or any other story springs All is death, woman. All is pain. Love breeds loss. Isolation breeds resentment. No matter which way we turn, we are beaten. Our only true inheritance is death. And our only legacy, dust. They will all abandon you. All you have left is my desire for you. Let the void come, and bring an end to the tyranny of hope. I'm a poet,' the young man said, 'And it's my job to remember the sadness of things. Who can call a man dead whose words still hush and whose sentiments move? ..which should teach you something about this world. That it's a place where whatever you work for and care about is bound to be taken away from you sooner or later, and there isn't a thing you can do about it. It was as though in these last minutes together--when they had so much to say--they could say nothing of the least significance, for fear it open the floodgates. I don't want to see another church; the smell of the places makes me sick. Stale incense, old sweat, and lies...
"In the Hills, the Cities 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. Living in Hell kept him aware of the possibility of Heaven, and he’d never felt more alive. How many human eyes ...
had snatched glimpses of their secret anatomies, down the passage of years? You have to taste the sour urine before you break the jug.
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...
Let the mad find wisdom in their madness for the sane, and let the sane be grateful."
"Is that a famous saying?"
"Maybe if I say it often enough.
After all, where can the glorious, the goofy, and the god-like stand shoulder to shoulder?
However this miraculous place worked, it seemed real enough. The sun was hot, the soda was cold, the sky was blue, the grass was green. What more did he need to know?
People are like books. Everywhere they're opened, they're read.
I've never worked where it was hard to be gay. Besides, being gay is a spectacular irrelevance to getting on with your life. The scent of sweet cherry had attracted hundreds of ants. They were crawling over it and into it, many drowning for their greed.