Harvey wasn't interested in the clothes, it was the masks that mesmerized him. They were like snowflakes: no two alike. Some were made of wood and of plastic; some of straw and cloth and papier-mâché. Some were as bright as parrots, others as pale as parchment. Some were so grotesque he was certain they'd been carved by crazy people; others so perfect they looked like the death masks of angels. There were masks of clowns and foxes, masks like skulls decorated with real teeth, and one with carved flames instead of hair.
Wherever I go, I will speak of you with love. - Clive Barker
Wherever I go, I will speak of you with love.
- Clive Barker
My imagination is my polestar; I steer by that. - Clive Barker
My imagination is my polestar; I steer by that.
You just have to trust your own madness. - Clive Barker
You just have to trust your own madness.
You’ve always got me” “Always?” “Didn’t I just say so?” “Yes” “Am I liar? “ “No.” I lied. - Clive Barker
You’ve always got me” “Always?” “Didn’t I just say so?” “Yes” “Am I liar? “ “No.” I lied.
All I ever wanted to do is darken the day and brighten the night - Clive Barker
All I ever wanted to do is darken the day and brighten the night
Make your own worlds. Make your own laws. Make your own creations, your own star systems. Don't feel answerable to anyone, or as though you have to c… - Clive Barker
Make your own worlds. Make your own laws. Make your own creations, your own star systems. Don't feel answerable to anyone, or as though you have to c…
Writing a book is like masturbation, and making a movie is like an orgy. - Clive Barker
Writing a book is like masturbation, and making a movie is like an orgy.
Memory, prophecy, and fantasy— The past, the future, and The dreaming moment between— Are all in one country, Living one immortal day. To know that i… - Clive Barker
Memory, prophecy, and fantasy— The past, the future, and The dreaming moment between— Are all in one country, Living one immortal day. To know that i…
Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever. - Clive Barker
Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever.
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