The paintings of Francis Bacon to my eye are very beautiful. The paintings of Bosch or Goya are to my eye very beautiful. I've also stood in front of those same paintings with people who've said, 'let's get on to the Botticellis as soon as possible.' I have lingered, of course.
Clive BarkerDarkness always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? Itโs only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimesโif necessaryโbrought down for a time. Then it will rise again, as it must.
Clive BarkerWell, here he was. They could save each other, the way the poets promised lovers should. He was mystery, he was darkness, he was all she had dreamed of. And if she would only free him he would service her - oh yes - until her pleasure reached that threshold that, like all thresholds, was a place where the strong grew stronger, and the weak perished. Pleasure was pain there, and vice versa. And he knew it well enough to call it home.
Clive Barker