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.

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.

Fuck Heaven. I haven't gotten Earth sorted out yet.

To call you excrement would be an insult to the product of my bowels.

Here is a list of terrible things,
The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings
The 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.

I dreamed I spoke in another's language,
I dreamed I lived in another's skin,
I dreamed I was my own beloved,
I dreamed I was a tiger's kin.

I dreamed that Eden lived inside me,
And when I breathed a garden came,
I dreamed I knew all of Creation,
I dreamed I knew the Creator's name.