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Sung to the tune of O Christmas Tree O woe is me, O woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree, But it was eaten by a newt, And now I have no cuddly fruit, O woe is me, O woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree!
Clive Barker
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Clive Barker
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: October 5
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Well, it was most likely too late there would not be time for me to flagellate myself for every dishonorable deed in that list, nor any chance to make good the harms I’d done. Minor harms, to be sure, in the scheme of things but large enough to regret.
Clive Barker
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.
Clive Barker
It was as though in these last minutes together - when they had so much to say - they could say nothing of the least significance, for fear it open the floodgates.
Clive Barker
I don't take accusations of selling out lightly.
Clive Barker
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.
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Evil, however powerful it seemed,could be undone by its own appetite
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What worth was a man who could not be haunted?
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Mischief nodded. 'It's true,' he conceded. 'You're in the company of eight world-class thieves,' he said, not without a little touch of pride. 'Saints we are not.' But then,' said Deaux-Deaux, 'who is?' he thought on this. 'Besides saints.
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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.
Clive Barker
I don't like to make a distinction between the writer and the painter , finally , because I do both things anyway . Everybody's dreaming and trying to put down their dreams in the way that their hand knows best . I feel as much a unity , as much comradeship , with painters as I do writers .
Clive Barker
After all, where can the glorious, the goofy, and the god-like stand shoulder to shoulder?
Clive Barker
Horror fiction shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory, and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion.
Clive Barker
I was cured in my new infamy of all the tired wisdom of age. I would never weary into that tired state again - -I swore to myself, I would always be this raw, wet child hereafter.
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..?
Clive Barker
Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love
Clive Barker
I firmly believe that a story is only as good as the villain.
Clive Barker
It’s only when you’ve lost someone that you realize the nonsense of that phrase “It’s a small world”. It isn’t. It’s a vast, devouring world, especially if you’re alone.
Clive Barker
How many human eyes...had snatched glimpses of their secret anatomies, down the passage of years?
Clive Barker
Everybody is a book of blood wherever we're opened, we're red.
Clive Barker
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.
Clive Barker
