My feet are killing me." "I knew somebody who had feet like that. They'd walk all over him. Archie Kashanian was his name. He used to wake up with footprints all over his chest, all over his face. It was the death of him, finally.
Clive BarkerIt was as though in these last minutes together - when they had so much to say - they could say nothing of the least significance, for fear it open the floodgates.
Clive BarkerI dreamt a limitless book, A book unbound, Its leaves scattered in fantastic abundance On every line there was a new horizon drawn, New heavens supposed; New states, new souls.
Clive BarkerI have the normal complement of anxieties, neuroses, psychoses and whatever else - but I'm absolutely nothing special.
Clive BarkerThere is no such thing as originality. It has all been said before, suffered before. If a person knows that, is it any wonder love becomes mechanical and death just a scene to be shunned? There is no absolute knowledge to be gained from either. Just another ride on the merry-go-round, another blurred scene of faces smiling and faces grieved.
Clive Barker