The one-eyed man will be King in the country of the blind only if he arrives there in full possession of his… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
All artists, they say, are a little mad. This madness is, to a certain extent, a self-created myth designed to keep the… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
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
As for my father, few souls are less troubled. He can be simply pleased with us, pleased that we exist, and, from… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
F.R. Leavis's "eat up your broccoli" approach to fiction emphasises this junkfood/wholefood dichotomy. If reading a novel--for theeighteenth century reader, the most… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
The end of all stories, even if the writer forebears to mention it, is death, which is where time stops short. Sheherezade… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
Vengeful as nature herself, she loves her children only in order to devour them better and if she herself rips her own… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
If Miss means respectably unmarried, and Mrs. respectably married, then Ms. means nudge, nudge, wink, wink. — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
I always used to suffer a great deal if I let myself get too close to reality since the definitive world of… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
Fine art, that exists for itself alone, is art in a final state of impotence. If nobody, including the artist, acknowledges art… — 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
