Angela Carter Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Angela Carter
Angela Carter Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Drosselmeier had unwittingly exposed himself to an overdose of reality, and it had destroyed his reason.
There are limits to the power of laughter and though I may hint at them from time to time, I do not propose to step over them.
In this country you do not need to think, but only to look, and soon you think you understand everything.
The tiger will never lie down with the lamb; he acknowledges no pact that is not reciprocal. The lamb must learn to run with the tigers.
Before he can become a wolf, the lycanthrope strips naked. If you spy a naked man among the pines, you must run as if the Devil were after you.
Love is the synthesis of dream and actuality; love is the only matrix of the unprecedented; love is the tree which buds lovers like roses.
There was a house we all had in common and it was called the past, even though we'd lived in different rooms.
He is, I think, already pondering a magisterial project: that of buggering the English language, the ultimate revenge of the colonialised.
Our fingernails match our toenails, match our lipstick match our rouge ... The habit of applying warpaint outlasts the battle.
There are lots of things that you can brush under the carpet about yourself until you're faced with somebody whose needs won't be put off.
They say there's an ointment the Devil gives you that turns you into a wolf the minute you rub it on.
His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat.
I fall to the toilette of my hinder parts, my favourite stance when contemplating the ways of the world.
I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.
She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man's land between life and death, sleeping and waking.
I'm sufficient of a doctrinaire to believe that the novel is the product of a leisured class. Actually.
Stars on our door, stars in our eyes, stars exploding in the bits of our brains where the common sense should have been
When the sun goes down, it is very cold and then I easily start crying because the winter moon pierces my heart
The Smile of Winter
The Smile of Winter
Degredation is the subtlest drug, the most insinuating. But they could do nothing to me I had not already imagined.
This is some kind of heretical, possibly Manichean version of neo-Platonic Roscicrucianism, thinks I to myself; tread carefully, girlie!
The harder the bargain men must strike with nature to survive, the more rules they're likely to have amongst themselves too keep them all in order
All white with snow as if under dustsheets, as if laid away eternally as soon as brought back from the shop, never to be seen or touched
As if your essence were hung up in a closet like a dress too good to be worn and you were reduced to going out in only your appearance.
A mother is always a mother, since a mother is a biological fact, whilst a father is a movable feast.
The only time I ever iron the sheets or make meringues is when there is an ... urgent deadline in the offing.
The bed is now as public as the dinner table and governed by the same rules of formal confrontation.
I had the brief notion that his heart, pressed flat as a flower, crimson and thin as tissue paper, lay in this file. It was a very thin one.
I drew the curtains to conceal the sight of my father's farewell; my spite was sharp as broken glass.
Hollywood ... was the place where the United States perpetrated itself as a universal dream and put the dream into mass production.
Curiosity is the most fleeting of pleasures; the moment is satisfied, it ceases to exist and it always proves very, very expensive.
The enchantment of that bright, sad, pretty place enveloped her and she found that, against all her expectations, she was happy there.
For hours, for days, for years, she had wandered endlessly within herself but never met anybody, nobody.
She goes out at night more often now; the landscape assembles itself about her, she informs it with her presence. She is its significance.
Time was his servant, too; it would trap me, here, in a night that would last until he came back to me, like a black sun on a hopeless morning.
Ruin had been the original blueprint and men and women had lived here only in a necessary but intermediate stage of the execution of the grand design
I can no longer tell the difference between memory and dream. They share the same quality of wishful thinking.