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Maybe the man had taken the wrong turning, but at least he'd travelled some extraordinary roads.
Clive Barker
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Clive Barker
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: October 5
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Angels have very nasty tempers. Especially when they’re feeling righteous.
Clive Barker
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.
Clive Barker
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.
Clive Barker
I've always thought that sex and horror belonged together.
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
There are lives lived for love, and lives lived for art. We, happy band, have chosen the later persuasion.
Clive Barker
Keep it simple. Trust your imagination. Discover what is unique about your imagination. Don't simply read a story and copy it. I go into myself. Then I transcribe what visions I have. If those ideas are original, and you are devoted, you will go far.
Clive Barker
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.
Clive Barker
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.
Clive Barker
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.
Clive Barker
Funny that. We live in islands of Hours and we never seem to have time enough for anything.
Clive Barker
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
Give me B movies or give me death!
Clive Barker
The world had seen so many Ages: the Age of Enlightenment of Reformation of Reason. Now, at last, the Age of Desire. And after this, an end to Ages an end, perhaps, to everything.
Clive Barker
To you who have never died, may I say: Welcome to the world!
Clive Barker
Zombies are the liberal nightmare. Here you have the masses, whom you would love to love, appearing at your front door with their faces falling off and you're trying to be as humane as you possibly can, but they are, after all, eating the cat. And the fear of mass activity, of mindlessness on a national scale, underlies my fear of zombies.
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
You cut up a thing that's alive and beautiful to find out how it's alive and why it's beautiful, and before you know it, it's neither of those things, and you're standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.
Clive Barker
To call you excrement would be an insult to the product of my bowels.
Clive Barker
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.
Clive Barker
