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I'm a poet,' the young man said, 'And it's my job to remember the sadness of things.

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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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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O little one, My little one, Come with me, Your life is done. Forget the future, Forget the past. Life is over: Breathe your last.
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I have the normal complement of anxieties, neuroses, psychoses and whatever else - but I'm absolutely nothing special.
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All I ever wanted to do is darken the day and brighten the night
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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.
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I've dealt with a lot of producers who were pricks and I'm determined not to be that.
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Evil, however powerful it seemed,could be undone by its own appetite
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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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Give me B movies or give me death!
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Journey to the end of day, Come the fire-fly, Come the moon Say a prayer for God's good grace And sleep with lore upon your face.
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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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Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever.
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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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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.
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What worth was a man who could not be haunted?
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Funny that. We live in islands of Hours and we never seem to have time enough for anything.
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Wherever I go, I will speak of you with love.
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Your flesh is killing your spirit. You have forsaken yourself.
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There are lives lived for love, and lives lived for art. We, happy band, have chosen the later persuasion.
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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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