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A man kills the thing he loves, and he must die a little himself.

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Clive Barker
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: October 5
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Let the mad find wisdom in their madness for the sane, and let the sane be grateful.
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Behind their eyes the hope was sickening and in many, dead. They lived from event to event with a subtle terror of the gap between, filling up their lives with distractions to avoid the emptiness where curiosity should have been.
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Fear is a place where you just tell the truth
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We are all our own graveyards, I believe 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 are neurotic we brood and mourn and wish that the past was still present.
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Here is a list of terrible things, The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings The rabid bite of the dogs of war, The voice of one who went before, But most of all the mirror's gaze, Which counts us out our numbered days.
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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.
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You just have to trust your own madness.
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Life is short And pleasures few And holed the ship And drowned the crew But o! But o! How very blue the sea is.
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We burn so hard, but we shed so little light it makes us crazy and sad.
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So we make stories of our own, in fevered and envious imitation of our Maker, hoping that we'll tell, by chance, what God left untold. And finishing our tale, come to understand why we were born.
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Those old hypocrites. They talk about killing witches but the Good Book’s full of magic. Turning the Nile to blood and parting the Red Sea. What’s that if it’s not good old-fashioned magic? Want a little water into wine? No trouble! How about raising the dead man Lazarus? Just say the word!
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We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.
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Why'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 —he'd made a fist and laid it against his chest— to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.
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But I think humans are innately religious as a species, so you don't need a specific excuse for examining the perversely unholy.
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Evil, however powerful it seemed,could be undone by its own appetite
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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.
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Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever.
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If we have nothing to do but service our own pleasure - because society has taught us that's all we're worth and we're exiled from positions of authority from which we could actually shape society - then we just become hedonists. Eventually, despite how great it may look on Saturday night, come Monday morning there's just purposelessness.
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Angels have very nasty tempers. Especially when they’re feeling righteous.
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