“See! sweet and sound she sleeps in granny's bed, between the paws of the tender wolf.” — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer. — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity. — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“I speak as if he had no secrets from me. Well, then, you must know I was suffering from love and I… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
You must realize that I was suffering from love and I knew him as intimately as I knew my own image in… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“In his diabolic solitude, only the possibility of love could awake the libertine to perfect, immaculate terror. It is in this holy… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“I don't begrudge you my company, my darling. We must all make do with what rags of love we find flapping on… — angela carter Copy Share Image
“They had imagined too often and too much and so they had exhausted all their possibilities. When they embraced each other’s phantoms,… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
Sade has a curious ability to render every aspect of sexuality suspect, so that we see how the chaste kiss of the… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
His contagious conviction that our love was unique and desperate infected me with an anxious sickness; soon we would learn to treat… — 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
