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.
This is a forsaken place...I can think of no use for a place like this, except that you could say of it: I saw the heart of nothing, and survived.
Clive BarkerTag: scape-goats
What worth was a man who could not be haunted?
Clive BarkerWhat we want to believe and what is true are, I think, more closely related than the Rationalists would sometimes have us believe.
Clive BarkerSi el amor se alimenta de música, seguid tocando"
(Shakepeare)
Never a truer word said or thought. Anything was possible.
Clive BarkerMy imagination is my polestar; I steer by that.
Clive BarkerYou’re being watched too, remember?”
“I wasn’t aware—”
“That some of the screens you’re looking at are looking at you?”
“Yes.”
“Well, they are.
Tag: abarat abarat-absolute-midnight
Witch, do this for me,
Find me a moon
made of longing.
Then cut it sliver thin,
and having cut it,
hang it high
above my beloved's house,
so that she may look up
tonight
and see it,
and seeing it, sigh for me
as I sigh for her,
moon or no moon.
Tag: love longing sad-love abarat days-of-magic-nights-of-war
Sin lágrimas, por favor. Es un desperdicio de buen sufrimiento.
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