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What can be imagined--need never be lost.
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...Take this all of you and eat it. This is my body which will be given up for you...Old words; old rituals. But they still made sound commercial sense.Talk of Power and Might would always attract an audience. Lords never went out of fashion.
Clive Barker
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I was a weird little kid. I was very irritable, bored, frustrated. I felt my imagination bubbling inside my head without having any way to express itself. Given a crayon and paper, I would not draw a train or a house. I would draw these monsters, beasts and demons.
Clive Barker -
There was such sanity in his voice; a politician’s sanity, as he sold his flock the wisdom of the bomb. This soulless certainty was more chilling than hysteria or malice.
Clive Barker -
True joy is a profound remembering; and true grief the same.
Clive Barker -
She told him she made a rule of never marrying bankers. The next day he sent flowers, and a note saying that he’d relinquished his profession.
Clive Barker -
Among their members were some of the wealthiest individuals in the world; between them, fortunes sufficient to trade in nations. None of the seven had a name that would have meant anything to the hoi polloi-they were, like the truly mighty, anonymously great.
Clive Barker -
'Don’t be sentimental,' he chided. 'Memories aren’t enough.'It was fruitless to argue the niceties of that: he was telling her that he was in pain; he didn’t want platitudes or metaphysics.
Clive Barker