Spindly branches of buttercups were secreted among gleaming stems still moist at the roots from last night's rain that had washedand refreshed… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
With that, the poignant charm vanished. Inside the fifth machine, all was rampant malignity. Deformed flowers thrust monstrous horned tusks and trumpets… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“all white with snow as if under dustsheets, as if laid away eternally as soon as brought back from the shop, never… — 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
They danced the dance of the outcasts for the outcasts who watched them, amid the louring trees, with a blizzard coming on. — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.” — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“Then she broke down and cried onto the flowery wrapping paper. Melanie put her arms around the poor, thin body. What is… — 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
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 Image
I see her as a series of marvellous shapes formed at random in the kaleidoscope of desire. — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
“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 Image
