MindProbe

“So now, I look at these stories, and almost like a photograph snapped at a party, I find all manner of signs and indications of who I was. Was? Yes, was. I look at these pieces and I don't think the man who wrote them is alive in me anymore. Writing an introduction to the tenth anniversary edition of Weaveworld last year I remarked on much of the same thing: the man who'd written that book was no longer around. He'd died in me, was buried in me. We are our own graveyards; we squat amongst the tombs of the people we were. If we're healthy, every day is a celebration, a Day of the Dead, in which we give thanks for the lives that we lived, and if we're neurotic we brood and mourn and wish that the past was still present.”
― Clive Barker, Books of Blood: Volumes One to Three

“Shakespeare is complex, like living, not technically and crackably difficult, like crosswords or changing the time on the cooker”
― Emma Smith, This Is Shakespeare

“I'd been going back and forth on a three-month visa, which occasionally I was allowed to renew for a six-month, but it was working out very expensive so I thought I'd apply for my three-year visa. And they turned me down because they said I was a drugs trafficker. Total load of bollocks; it wasn't trafficking, it was possession.”
― Jacqueline Pearce, Call Me Jacks-Jacqueline Pearce In Conversation

“He lighted the candles, for it was now dark, made the tea, and supplied the friend with whom he had been playing golf (for I believe the authorities of the University I write of indulge in that pursuit by way of relaxation); and tea was taken to the accompaniment of a discussion which golfing persons can imagine for themselves, but which the conscientious writer has no right to inflict upon any non-golfing persons.”
― M.R. James, Ghost Stories of an Antiquary