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Quote by Clive Barker

“A man kills the thing he loves, and he must die a little himself.”

Quote by Clive Barker

Work

Imajica is a work of speculative fiction that delves into the complex interplay between the physical world and the realm of imagination. more

Author

Clive Barker, born on October 5, 1952, is a renowned fantasy novelist from London, England. His works are known for their unique imagination and profound thematic exploration, with notable titles including 'Cabal' and 'Hellraiser'. Barker's writing style blends elements of horror, fantasy, and literature, making a significant impact on the literary world. more

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“Well, it was most likely too late; there would not be time for me to flagellate myself for every dishonorable deed in that list, nor any chance to make good the harms I’d done. Minor harms, to be sure, in the scheme of things; but large enough to regret.”

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“Of course it’s the apparently tranquil periods that deceive us. Though our instruments or our senses or our wits may not be able to see the processes that are leading toward these clusters of events, they’re happening. The star, the wheel, the butterfly—all are in a subtle state of unrest, waiting for the moment when some invisible mechanism signals that the time has come. Then the star explodes; the wheel makes poor men rich; the butterfly mates and dies.”