Angela Carter

“My father lost me to the Beast at cards”

— Angela Carter

Proposition one: time is a man, space is a woman.

— Angela Carter

The kind of power mothers have is enormous.

— Angela Carter

The end of exile is the end of being.

— Angela Carter

Home is where the heart is and hence a movable feast.

— Angela Carter

Pornography is a satire on human pretensions.

— Angela Carter

At the best of times, spring hurts depressives.

— Angela Carter

“The earth turned on the pivot of her mouth.”

— Angela Carter

The invisible is only another unexplored country, a brave new world.

— Angela Carter

“...for nothing is more boring than being forced to play.”

— Angela Carter

The child's laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown.

— Angela Carter

Just because we're sisters under the skin doesn't mean we've got much in common.

— Angela Carter

I think I want to be in love with you but I don't know how.

— Angela Carter

The bed is now as public as the dinner table and governed by the same rules of formal confrontation.

— Angela Carter

What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many?

— Angela Carter

“She was feeling supernatural tonight. She wanted to EAT diamonds.”

— Angela Carter

“Below me, in spreading, concentric circles, like those a fish makes when it rises in still water, spun round the lower tiers;…

— Angela Carter

I think it's one of the scars in our culture that we have too high an opinion of ourselves. We align ourselves…

— Angela Carter

To pin your hopes upon the future is to consign those hopes to a hypothesis, which is to say, a nothingness. Here…

— Angela Carter

“Like the wild beasts, she lives without a future. She inhabits only the present tense, a fugue of the continuous, a world…

— Angela Carter

“I speak as if he had no secrets from me. Well, then, you must know I was suffering from love and I…

— Angela Carter

His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat.

— Angela Carter

“Ironing's nice and simple,' he said. 'I get all tangled up in words when I'm putting together those interminable papers…”

— Angela Carter

“Like the culture that created me, I am receding into the past at a rate of knots. Soon I'll need a whole…

— Angela Carter

He is the intermediary between us, his audience, the living, and they, the dolls, the undead, who cannot live at all and…

— Angela Carter

One day, Annabel saw the sun and moon in the sky at the same time. The sight filled her with a terror…

— Angela Carter

“Mother goddesses are just as silly a notion as father gods. If a revival of the myths of these cults gives woman…

— Angela Carter

Cats of all kinds weave in and out of the text; Burroughs has clearly taken to them in a big way in…

— Angela Carter

“Every wolf in the world now howled a prothalamion outside the window as she freely gave him the kiss she owed him.…

— Angela Carter

When I saw him look at me with lust, I dropped my eyes but, in glancing away from him, I caught sight…

— Angela Carter

We do not go to bed in single pairs; even if we choose not to refer to them, we still drag there…

— Angela Carter

A young girl would go into the wood as trustingly as Red Riding Hood to her granny's house but this light admits…

— Angela Carter

“Everything went black in the shocking folds of his embrace. She was very startled and near to sobbing. 'Caw, caw,' echoed his…

— Angela Carter

“Although her father had told her of the nature of the one who waited for her, she could not control an instinctual…

— Angela Carter

“And, ah! his castle. The faery solitude of the place, with its turrets of mistly blue, its courtyard, its spiked gate, his…

— Angela Carter

“If women allow themselves to be consoled for their culturally determined lack of access to the modes of intellectual debate by the…

— Angela Carter

“There is a vast melancholy in the canticles of the wolves, melancholy infinite as the forest, endless as these long nights of…

— Angela Carter

“His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat. After the…

— Angela Carter

To ride a bicycle is in itself some protection against superstitious fears, since the bicycle is the product of pure reason applied…

— Angela Carter

“He strips me to my last nakedness, that underskin of mauve, pearlized satin, like a skinned rabbit; then dresses me again in…

— Angela Carter