A broken heart is never a tragedy. Only untimely death is a tragedy. — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
I haven't changed much, over the years. I use less adjectives, now, and have a kinder heart, perhaps. — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“She had given herself to the world in her entirety and then found nothing was left” — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late Autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart. — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
I had the brief notion that his heart, pressed flat as a flower, crimson and thin as tissue paper, lay in this… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“I will tell you what she was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
His touch both consoles and devastates me; I feel my heart pulse, then wither, naked as a stone on the roaring mattress… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“Those were her best days, although there was always something feckless about her, something so slack and almost fearful in her too… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
He was a lovely man in many ways. But he kept on insisting on forgiving me when there was nothing to forgive. — Angela Carter Copy Share
I know that whenever a group of women are gathered together, the grandmother always makes a phantom appearance, hovering above them. — Angela Carter Copy Share
“She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the window of her eyes… — Angela Carter Copy Share
Hollywood... was the place where the United States perpetrated itself as a universal dream and put the dream into mass production. — Angela Carter Copy Share
My paternal grandmother would not light a fire on the Sabbath and piled all Sunday's washing-up in a bucket, to be dealt with on… — Angela Carter Copy Share
“Mother goddesses are just as silly a notion as father gods. If a revival of the myths of these cults gives woman emotional satisfaction,… — Angela Carter Copy Share
Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different! — Angela Carter Copy Share
And each stroke of his tongue ripped off skin after successive skin, all the skins of a life in the world, and left behind… — Angela Carter Copy Share
In a secular age, an authentic miracle must purport to be a hoax, in order to gain credit in the world. — Angela Carter Copy Share
We do not go to bed in single pairs; even if we choose not to refer to them, we still drag there with us… — Angela Carter Copy Share
I see her as a series of marvellous shapes formed at random in the kaleidoscope of desire. — Angela Carter Copy Share
“Women do not normally fuck in the active sense. They are fucked in the passive tense and hence automatically fucked-up, done over, undone.” — Angela Carter Copy Share
