I was a weird little kid. I was very irritable, bored, frustrated. I felt my imagination bubbling inside my head without having any way to express itself. Given a crayon and paper, I would not draw a train or a house. I would draw these monsters, beasts and demons.
Clive BarkerLeavening the flat bread of what we know, with the yeast of what we dream may come to pass.
Clive BarkerHis body and his mind went about their different businesses. The former, freed from conscious instruction, breathed, rolled, sweated, and digested. The latter went dreaming.
Clive BarkerItโs only when youโve lost someone that you realize the nonsense of that phrase โItโs a small worldโ. It isnโt. Itโs a vast, devouring world, especially if youโre alone.
Clive Barker