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
When I saw him look at me with lust, I dropped my eyes but, in glancing away from him, I caught sight… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
She said to the Daisy girl with her big brown eyes: 'I will not have it plain. No. Fancy. It must be… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
Stars on our door, stars in our eyes, stars exploding in the bits of our brains where the common sense should have… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
Iconic clothing has been secularized. . . . A guardsman in a dress uniform is ostensibly an icon of aggression; his coat… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
Your green eye is a reducing chamber. If I look into it long enough, I wil become as small as my own… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of… — 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
