Top 300 Clive Barker Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “This idea stayed with me for several years before I found an adequate way to express it. I called the sea Quiddity, and slowly developed a mythology around it. Human beings would enter Quiddity, the dream-sea, three times, I decided. Once when they were born, once when they slept beside the person they would love most in their lives, and once before they died. Three life-changing immersions in the sea of the unconscious. Three confrontations with the secret show of our dreams.”

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252. “This was the nadir, surely. They had no further to fall.”

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253. “Like a prisoner without hope of parole she took what entertainment she could find to ease the passage of time.”

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254. “They knew a lot, the dead. How many times had she said to Harry they were the world’s greatest untapped resource? It was true. All they’d seen, all they’d suffered, all they’d triumphed over – lost to a world in need of wisdom.”

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255. “To every hour, its mystery. At dawn, the riddles of life and light. At noon, the conundrums of solidity. At three, in the hum and heat of the day, a phantom moon, already high. At dusk, memory. And at midnight? Oh, then the enigma of time itself; of a day that will never come again passing into history while we sleep.”

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256. “Hayal edilen asla yitirilmez.”

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257. “Outside, somewhere near, the world would soon be waking. He had watched it wake from the window of this very room, day after day, stirring itself to another round of fruitless pursuits, and he’d known, known, that there was nothing left out there to excite him.”

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258. “The winds mourn and whine was wiser than any psalm, prayer, or profession of love he’d ever heard. But.”

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259. “This will not come again. Nor this. Nor this...”

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260. “Yes, he knew his face was finely made, his forehead broad, his gaze haunting, his lips sculpted so that even a sneer looked fetching on them, but he needed a living mirror to tell him so.”

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261. “Dead isn’t bad,” Narcisse said. “It isn’t even that different.”

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262. “He started down the slope towards it, dressed in the blood of his enemy.”

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263. “Forgive yourself,’ Boone said. ‘I did.”

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264. “Of such divine neglect was atheism made; belief could not be rekindled now, however profound his terror. Thoughts.”

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265. “What marked this place as another Dominion was the people in the streets outside, some human, many not, all retreating from the wind or the commotions it carried.”

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266. “The true Wonderland was not like that, he knew. It was as much shadow as sunlight, and its mysteries could only be unveiled when your wits were about used up and your mind close to cracking.”

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267. “I used to live in Los Angeles,” Norma said. “Off a winding road called Coldheart Canyon.”

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268. “Extinct,” Steep murmured. “Yes.” He smiled. “Extinct, extinct, extinct.” It was like a mantra:.”

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269. “I wanted to be gone forever from being and knowing, which are the pieces of.”

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270. “She was liquid; a boundless sea in a single body, a deluge in a small room, and I will gladly drown in her, if she grants me the chance.”

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271. “He offered her a grin designed for better teeth.”

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272. “You’ve got blood on your hands, and you smell of coitus.”

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273. “It was bad enough that these creatures had children and art; that they might also have vision was too dangerous a thought to entertain.”

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274. “Every moment she wasted saying No to what she KNEW, was a moment lost to comprehension. That her worldview couldn’t contain such a mystery without shattering was its liability, and a problem for another day.”

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275. “Brooding only looks good in the movies.”

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276. “But better to be buried in the rubble than succumb to the Mask. And be flattered, at the end, that Fate had at least offered her a choice of extinctions.”

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277. “I lived, I suppose, in a cell of my own creation, while outside its walls lay a landscape of unparalleled richness. But I could not bear to venture there. In my self-delusion I thought I was a minor king, and I didn’t want to step beyond the bounds of what I knew for fear I lost my dominion.”

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278. “But he’d brought new wisdom from the high places. He knew now that things forgotten might be recalled; things lost, found again.”

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279. “When it was all done, Suzanna found her voice, thanking both the grave diggers and their mothers. “After all that digging,” said the eldest of the girls, “I just hope he grows.” “He will,” said her mother, with no trace of indulgence. “They always do.” On.”

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280. “Was that what made him a European? To want to have his story told once more, passed down the line to another eager listener who would, in his time, disregard its lesson and repeat his own suffering? Ah, how he loved tradition.”

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281. “The stench of disinfectant could not entirely mask the odor of human pain.”

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282. “He had certainly set his eyes on more voluptuous creatures, but something about her lack of glamour engaged him. Such women were in his experience often more entertaining company than beauties like Julia. They could be flattered or bullied into acts the beauties would never countenance and be grateful for the attention.”

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283. “Every man is his own Mephistopheles, don’t you think?”

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284. “Why do boys always love talking about ghosts and murders and hangings?’ ‘Because it’s exciting,’ Wendell said.”

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285. “He told me he loved me, Clem.’ Oh Lord.’ ‘And I believed him.’ ‘How many dozens of men have told you that?’ ‘Yes, but he was different ‘Famous last words.”

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286. “If nothing was worth living for it followed, didn’t it, that there was nothing worth dying for either.”

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287. “Nothing’s right... except what you feel and know.”

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288. “He was not happier at his mother’s nipple than in that ring of demons.”

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289. “Some die too soon. Most live too long.”

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290. “She was indeed tired, as she’d claimed, but it wasn’t the cooking that exhausted her. It was the effort of suppressing her contempt for he damn fools who were gathered in the lounge below. She’d called them friends once, these half-wits, with their poor jokes and poorer pretensions.”

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291. “The presence of phantoms – everywhere – their faces, ripe with need and unspent passion, trailing their hunger like pollen from flowers that were past their hour but refused to wither and disappear.”

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292. “You know, as a child I thought somebody came and took the world away in the night and then came back and unrolled it all again the following morning.”

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293. “Lori had broken that spell of despair, coming to him not begging but demanding he forgive himself.”

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294. “You won’t simply witness what is going to unfold in Hell from this point outward; you will make a testament of it, wherein my acts and my philosophies will be recounted in full detail. They will be my Gospels, and I will forbid you nothing in their chapters and verses, as long as it is observed truth, however far from my ideal of myself I may fall.”

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295. “It’d just be another opinion,” Maxine said, poking at the fire with the stick she’d picked up. “People would go on believing their favorite versions.” “You think?” “For sure. You can’t change people’s opinion about stuff like that. It’s embedded. They believe what they believe.”

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296. “No passion, only sudden lust, and just as sudden indifference.”

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297. “Revulsion gave heat to his heals.”

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298. “They looked, to all intents and purposes, like living men and women. But then wasn’t that the trick of their craft? To imitate life so well the illusion was indistinguishable from the real thing?”

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299. “I feel things other people don’t. I don’t think it’s particularly clever of me, or anything like that. I just do it.”

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300. “Maybe if they didn’t tell you the stories... they’d actually go out and do it.”

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