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I don't take accusations of selling out lightly.
Clive Barker
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Clive Barker
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: October 5
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We're both thieves, Harvey Swick. I take time. You take lives. But in the end we're the same: both Thieves of Always.
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The paintings of Francis Bacon to my eye are very beautiful. The paintings of Bosch or Goya are to my eye very beautiful. I've also stood in front of those same paintings with people who've said, 'let's get on to the Botticellis as soon as possible.' I have lingered, of course.
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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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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.
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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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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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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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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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Your flesh is killing your spirit. You have forsaken yourself.
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Have patience the lovers will suffer lovers always suffer.
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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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Nothing ever begins. There is no first moment no single word or place from which this or any other story springs.
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Perhaps a wiser eye than hers would be able to read tomorrow in tonight's stars, but where was the fun in that? It was better not to know. Better to be alive in the Here and the Now--in this bright, laughing moment--and let the Hours to come take care of themselves.
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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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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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