Clive Barker On Originality

Nothing ever begins.  There is no first moment; no single word or place from which this or any other story springs.  The threads can always be traced back to some earlier tale, and to the tales that preceded that; though as the narrator’s voice recedes the connections will grow more tenuous, for each age will want the tale told as if it were of its own making.  Thus the pagan will be sanctified, the tragic become laughable; great lovers will stoop to sentiment, and demons dwindle to clockwork toys.  Nothing is fixed.  In and out the shuttle goes, fact and fiction, mind and matter, woven into patterns that may have only this in common: that hidden among them is a filigree which will with time become a world.  It must be arbitrary then, the place we choose to embark.  Somewhere between a past half forgotten and a future as yet only glimpsed.