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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
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Clive Barker
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: October 5
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Writing about the unholy is one way of writing about what is sacred.
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One of the things I'm trying to do over and over again in my books is create new mythologies, create new ways to understand the complexity of the world. I think what mythology does is impress upon chaotic experience the patterns, hierarchies and shapes which allow us to interpret the chaos and make fresh sense of it.
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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.
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Often people who are wonderful with animals aren't always terribly good with human beings.
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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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Maybe the man had taken the wrong turning, but at least he'd travelled some extraordinary roads.
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Why'd you want to sing about sad things? Candy had asked him. Because any fool can be happy, he'd said to her. It takes a man with real heart —he'd made a fist and laid it against his chest— to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.
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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.
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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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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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There are lives lived for love, and lives lived for art. We, happy band, have chosen the later persuasion.
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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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The great grey beast February had eaten Harvey Swick alive.
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Wherever I go, I will speak of you with love.
Clive Barker
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.
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
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
Always, worlds within worlds.
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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.
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She was a sea: and I had to swim in her.
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