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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.
Clive Barker
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Clive Barker
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: October 5
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City of Liverpool
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I can see in your eyes that there’s no seam of untapped joy left in you. The best of life has come and gone. Those days when sudden epiphanies swept over you, and you had visions of the rightness of all things and of your place amongst them they’re history. You’re in a darker place now.
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For a writer, and particularly a writer of my genre, which is the fantastical, I think that it's to my advantage to feel remote from and disconnected from the world of deal making.
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I really believe that there is an enormous appetite amongst readers for an originality of vision. In other words, be true to your own dreams and there will always be people who want to hear them.
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Your flesh is killing your spirit. You have forsaken yourself.
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You'll learn, honey. Love can be the best thing in life. And it can be the worst. The absolute worst.
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Darkness always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? It’s only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes—if necessary—brought down for a time. Then it will rise again, as it must.
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There is no such thing as originality. It has all been said before, suffered before. If a person knows that, is it any wonder love becomes mechanical and death just a scene to be shunned? There is no absolute knowledge to be gained from either. Just another ride on the merry-go-round, another blurred scene of faces smiling and faces grieved.
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To call you excrement would be an insult to the product of my bowels.
Clive Barker
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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My life is in the art that I make, and I'm very happy with it.
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Whatever capacity she possesses to supernaturally beguile a human soul—and she possesses many—she liked his clear-sightedness too well, to blind him that way.
Clive Barker
Always, worlds within worlds.
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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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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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Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever.
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Evil, however powerful it seemed,could be undone by its own appetite
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Everything is in flux: everything changes the body changes, the soul changes. We are capable of extraordinary self-transmutat ion and internal self-transforma tion.
Clive Barker
By and large I think art is made by people who have discipline married to talent in sufficiently large amounts to work even if they don't feel like it. Anybody can get maudlin and decide to write poetry at 11 at night the question is, can you do it at 8:30 on a Monday morning..?
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..She had that brand of pragmatism that would find her the first brewing tea after Armageddon.
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