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“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.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica

“A man kills the thing he loves, and he must die a little himself.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica

“I haven't even had a life I could call my own, and you're ready to slot me into the grand design. Well, I don't think I want to go. I want to be my own design.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica

“Study nothing except in the knowledge that you already knew it. Worship nothing except in adoration of your true self. And fear nothing except in the certainty that you are your enemy's begetter and its only hope of healing.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica

“It was the pivotal teaching of Pluthero Quexos, the most celebrated dramatist of the Second Dominion, that in any fiction, no matter how ambitious its scope or profound its theme, there was only ever room for three players. Between warring kings, a peacemaker; between adoring spouses, a seducer or a child. Between twins, the spirit of the womb. Between lovers, Death. Greater numbers might drift through the drama, of course -- thousands in fact -- but they could only ever be phantoms, agents, or, on rare occasions, reflections of the three real and self-willed beings who stood at the center. And even this essential trio would not remain intact; or so he taught. It would steadily diminish as the story unfolded, three becoming two, two becoming one, until the stage was left deserted.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica

“Perhaps sunlight had always been luminous, and doorways signs of greater passage than that of one room to another. But she’d not noticed it until now.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica

“His 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 Barker, Imajica

“Her skin was flawless and always cool, always pale; her body was long, like her hair, like her fingers, like her laughter; and her eyes, oh, her eyes, had every season of leaf in them: the twin greens of spring and high summer, the golds of autumn, and, in her rages, black midwinter rot.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: Featuring New Illustrations and an Appendix

“Make a fist. Lightly. Leave enough room for a breath to pass through. Good. Good. All magic proceeds from breath. Remember that.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica

“Remember, Lucius, that everything you learn is already a part of you, even to the Godhead Itself. Study nothing except in the knowledge that you already knew it. Worship nothing except in adoration of your true self. And fear nothing"--there the Maestro stopped and shuddered, as though he had a presentiment--"fear nothing except in the certainty that you are your enemy's begetter and its only hope of healing. For everything that does evil is in pain. Will you remember those things?”
― Clive Barker, Imajica

“Despite his intent, tears sprang to his eyes, and he went into her embrace, both of them sobbing freely, like enemies joined by a common loss or lovers about to be parted. Or else souls who could not remember whether they were lovers or enemies and were weeping at their own confusion.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: Featuring New Illustrations and an Appendix

“You leave marks on people, Gentle. That’s a responsibility you can’t just shrug off.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: A spellbinding epic fantasy novel

“Magic is the first and last religion of the world. It has the power to make us whole.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica

“I'll love you until the death of love”
― Clive Barker, Imajica

“Look at him." The Autarch glanced back at the captive as he spoke. He's got seconds left to live. But the leech gave him a taste and he wants it back again."

"A taste of what?"

"Of the womb, Rosengarten. He said it was like being in the womb. We're all cast out. Whatever we build, wherever we hide, we're cast out.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica

“Whoopee,â€� she said quietly, on her face the distracted look that had obsessed so many of the opposite sex over the years. She’d forgotten most of them. The ones who’d fought over her; the ones who’d lost their wives in their pursuit of her; even those who’d sold their sanity to find her equal: all were forgotten. History had never much engaged her. It was the future that glittered in her mind’s eye, now more than ever.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: A spellbinding epic fantasy novel

“This was the substance of every moment, she realized: the body - never certain if the next lungful would be its last - hovering for a tiny time between cessation and continuance. And in that space out of time, between a breath expelled and another drawn, the miraculous was easy, because neither flesh nor reason has laid their edicts there.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica

“You’ve got blood on your hands, and you smell of coitus.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: Featuring New Illustrations and an Appendix

“The sight of her had pierced him, making her the enterer, had she but known it, and him the entered. Perhaps she had known, on reflection. Perhaps she’d fled from his passivity, from his ease beneath the spike of her beauty. If so, he would undo her revulsion with tonight’s business. Here,”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: Featuring New Illustrations and an Appendix

“You still love her, don’t you?â€� Pie said, once they were out and walking. “Of course I love her,â€� Estabrook said. “That’s why I want her dead.â€� “There’s no resurrection, Mr. Estabrook. Not for you, at least.â€� “It’s not me who’s dying,â€� he said. “I think it is,â€� came the”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: Featuring New Illustrations and an Appendix

“But darkness loved lovers, even if the world no longer did.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: Featuring New Illustrations and an Appendix

“In essence, it came down to this: he felt meaningless, empty, almost invisible unless one or more of her sex were doting on him. Yes, he knew his face was finely made, his forehead broad, his gaze haunting, his lips sculpted so that even a sneer looked fetching on them, but he needed a living mirror to tell him so. More, he lived in hope that one such mirror would find something behind his looks only another pair of eyes could see: some undiscovered self that would free him from being”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: Featuring New Illustrations and an Appendix

“Yes, he knew his face was finely made, his forehead broad, his gaze haunting, his lips sculpted so that even a sneer looked fetching on them, but he needed a living mirror to tell him so.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: Featuring New Illustrations and an Appendix

“He told me he loved me, Clem.â€� Oh Lord.â€� ‘And I believed him.â€� ‘How many dozens of men have told you that?â€� ‘Yes, but he was different ‘Famous last words.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: A spellbinding epic fantasy novel

“That’s a whole other story.â€� ‘Is it?â€� Gentle replied. ‘Or is it all one?”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: A spellbinding epic fantasy novel

“But when I look out at it I think, well, it’s going to take us all one of these days, whoever we are: mad bastards, lovers, drunkards, it’s not going to pick and choose. We’ll all go to nothing sooner or later. And you know, maybe it’s my age, but that doesn’t worry me any longer. We all have our time, and when it’s over, it’s over.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: A spellbinding epic fantasy novel

“Somebody’s voice rose in prayer, another simply sobbed. What grief was this? Not his passing, surely. He was too minor to earn such lamentation.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: A spellbinding epic fantasy novel

“He looked too drained to argue, his stare somehow unfinished, as though it had a place it wanted to rest but couldn’t find.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: Featuring New Illustrations and an Appendix

“—¿Está seguro de que quiere que la mujer acabe muerta?—dijo Paiâ€�.Las dudas son malas en negocios como este. Si existe la más mínima duda en su interior...
—No hay ninguna —señaló Estabrook�. Vine aquí para encontrar a un hombre que matara a mi esposa. Usted es ese hombre
—Aún la ama, ¿verdad?� preguntó Pai una vez que estuvieron fuera y de camino al coche.
—Por supuesto que la amo—confirmó Estabrook�. Por eso la quiero muerta.
-No existe la resurrección, señor Estabrook. Al menos, no para usted.
—No soy yo quien va a morir—respondió Charlie.
—Yo creo que sí—Fue la respuesta (...)â€�.Un hombre que mata aquello que ama muere también un poco. De eso no hay duda, ¿verdad?”
― Clive Barker, Imajica

“He took a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped hard at his mouth, back and forth, as though a residue of guilt clung there and he was afraid it would give him away.”
― Clive Barker, Imajica: Featuring New Illustrations and an Appendix