Mischief nodded. 'It's true,' he conceded. 'You're in the company of eight world-class thieves,' he said, not without a little touch of pride. 'Saints we are not.' But then,' said Deaux-Deaux, 'who is?' he thought on this. 'Besides saints.
Clive BarkerThereโs no conscious thing on the face of the world that doesnโt know dread more intimately than its own heartbeat.
Clive BarkerWhy'd you want to sing about sad things?" Candy had asked him. "Because any fool can be happy," he'd said to her. "It takes a man with real heart" โhe'd made a fist and laid it against his chestโ "to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.
Clive BarkerTo dream in isolation can be properly splendid to be sure; but to dream in company seems to me infinitely preferable.
Clive BarkerSpring, if it lingers more than a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer to end the days of perpetual promise. Summer in its turn soon begins to sweat for something to quench its heat, and the mellowest of autumns will tire of gentility at last, and ache for a quick sharp frost to kill its fruitfulness. Even winter โ the hardest season, the most implacable โ dreams, as February creeps on, of the flame that will presently melt it away. Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself.
Clive Barker