Top 300 Clive Barker Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “A skin was nothing. Pigs had skins; snakes had skins. They were knitted of dead cells, shed and grown and shed again. But a name? That was a spell, which summoned memories.”

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302. “She’d taken the harlot century she’d been born into for granted, knowing no other, but now-seeing it with his eyes, hearing it with his ears-she understood it afresh; saw just how desperate it was to please, yet how dispossessed of pleasure; how crude, even as it claimed sophistication; and, despite it’s zeal to spellbind, how utterly unenchanting.”

— Clive Barker

303. “Nobody’s allowed to come and mourn, you see. Out of sight, out of mind: that’s the idea. Of course, that’s not the way it works, is it? People forget prime ministers, but they remember murderers.”

— Clive Barker

304. “Besides, he guessed she wouldn’t have thanked him for delaying his purchase. She needed dope more than she needed him.”

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305. “He was no longer innocent. With this slaughter he became the killer Decker had persuaded him he was. In murdering the prophet he made the prophecy true.”

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306. “It was what his mother would have done in the circumstances. Boiled some fresh water, warmed the pot and counted out the spoonfuls of tea. Setting domestic order against the chaos, in the hope of winning some temporary reprieve from the vale of tears.”

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307. “So many masks. Was she the only one who had no secret life, no other self in marrow or mind?”

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308. “But the strongest scent was also the oldest – it was the perfume of his transgressions. There were other smells, too, some of which she could name – incense, books, sweat – and far, far more that she had no name for.”

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309. “Imagination was true power: it worked transformations wealth and influence never could.”

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310. “No hay mayor placer que el terror. Siempre y cuando sea el de otra persona.”

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311. “Do unto others, boy, before they do unto you.”

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312. “Nothing is fixed. In and out the shuttle goes fact and fiction, mind and matter, woven into patterns that may have only this in common: that hidden amongst them is a filigree which will with time become a world.”

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313. “Nobody ever just passed through; experience always left its mark.”

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314. “His eyelids closed – buckled, really – the bones in his face so fragile they shattered under the weight of his very lids as he dropped to the threshold of existence. His last breath had already left him. And as he fell, life did the same.”

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315. “You leave marks on people, Gentle. That’s a responsibility you can’t just shrug off.”

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316. “Houses weren’t haunted, only human minds.”

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317. “Nor in prayer either. He had told Billy the truth, about his giving up God when his prayers for his father’s life had gone unanswered. Of such divine neglect was aetheism made; belief could not be rekindled now, however profound his terror.”

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318. “Nothing would take him, he was a barbarian with the manners of a gentleman. Neither.”

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319. “As Harry marveled, the Cenobite continued his brutal effort of making new adjustments to his own flesh so as to fit the Devil’s suit: first a slice off his other hip, down to the red meat; then up to his arms, slicing away the flesh at the back of his triceps; and passing the knife from left hand to right and back again, cutting effortlessly with either. The area around his feet looked like the floor of a butcher’s store. Cobs and slices of fatty meat were scattered everywhere.”

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320. “There was a primitive power in naming someone. It gave you a handle on a person.”

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321. “I was watching the power at work behind the face of the world. What I had always assumed to be a calamitous unseen war, waged in sky and rock and on occasion invading your human world, was not a bloody battle, with legions slaughtering one another; it was this endless fish-market bartering.”

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322. “Why? What is his intention? Have you at least discovered that?” “The same as ours, we think,” Felixson said. “The getting and keeping of power. He hasn’t just taken our treaties, scrolls, and grimoires. He’s cleared out all the vestments, all the talismans, all the amulets – ” “Hush,” Ragowski said suddenly. “Listen.” There was a silence among them for a moment, and then a funereal bell chimed softly in the distance. “Oh Christ,” Lili said. “It’s his bell.” The dead man laughed. “He’s found you.”

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323. “With Floyd we had three hundred and ninety-eight years between us. All that bitter experience,” he said, “and not one of us wise.”

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324. “A feeling of intense loss overwhelmed him for a moment as he thought of his once-charmed life – of love, and magic, and friends, all of it, and all of them, dead.”

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325. “Heaven will provide. Or else it won’t, and I’ll go hungry.”

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326. “This, no doubt, was the call 33 had heard. Bored with his balanced diet of maize and maple peas, tired of the pecking order of the loft and the predictability of each day – the bird had wanted out; wanted up and away. A day of high life; of food that had to be chased a little, and tasted all the better for that; of the companionship of wild things. All this went through Cal’s head, in a vague sort of way, while he watched the circling flocks.”

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327. “Having a routine that bordered on stagnancy had its benefits.”

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328. “Somebody’s voice rose in prayer, another simply sobbed. What grief was this? Not his passing, surely. He was too minor to earn such lamentation.”

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329. “If you were alone on earth, what would you know? What the mirror told you, that’s all. The rest would be myth and conjecture.”

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330. “Not a whisper of flatulence would dare this man’s bowels.”

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331. “He took a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped hard at his mouth, back and forth, as though a residue of guilt clung there and he was afraid it would give him away.”

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332. “Ricky tasted something he hadn’t experienced since childhood: the panic of losing the hand of a guardian. In this case the lost parent was his sanity. Somewhere.”

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333. “But then sanity was a movable feast, wasn’t it? One man’s madness might be another’s politics.”

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334. “Who in their right minds would trust someone who made a profession out of poking around in sick people?”

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335. “Everybody is a book of blood; Wherever we’re opened, we’re red. The Book of Blood The dead have highways.”

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336. “Dreams are doorways... If we but have the courage to step over the threshold.”

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337. “Once you conceded defeat, life was a feather bed. In.”

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338. “He’d never seen such a look on any human face: such a wilderness of innocent malice. A.”

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339. “Spring, if it lingers more than a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer to end the days of perpetual promise.”

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340. “Every man is his own Mephistopheles, don’t you think? If I hadn’t come along you’d have made a bargain with some other power. And you would have had your fortune, and your women, and your strawberries. All those torments I’ve made you suffer.”

— Clive Barker

341. “That’s a whole other story.’ ‘Is it?’ Gentle replied. ‘Or is it all one?”

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342. “What time didn’t steal from under your nose, circumstance did. It was useless to hope otherwise. Useless to dream that the world somehow meant you good.”

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343. “He looked too drained to argue, his stare somehow unfinished, as though it had a place it wanted to rest but couldn’t find.”

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344. “Experience was made up of endless ambiguities – of motive, of feeling, of cause and effect – and if he was to win under such circumstances, he had to understand how those ambiguities worked.”

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345. “She got up and crossed to the window. Like father like daughter, he thought: window freaks, both of them.”

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346. “Time would be precious from now on. It would tick by, of course, as it always had, but Harvey was determined he wouldn’t waste it with sighs and complaints. He’d fill every moment with the seasons he’d found in his heart: hopes like birds on a spring branch; happiness like a warm summer sun; magic like the rising mists of autumn. And best of all, love; love enough for a thousand Christmases.”

— Clive Barker