He is, I think, already pondering a magisterial project: that of buggering the English language, the ultimate revenge of the colonialised. — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
For all cats have this particularity, each and every one, from the meanest alley sneaker to the proudest, whitest she that ever… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
Do not think I do not realise what I am doing. I am making a composition using the following elements: the winter… — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
I think the adjective post-modernist really means mannerist. Books about books is fun but frivolous. — Angela Carter Copy Share Image
I don't really think that writers, even great writers, are prophets, or sages, or Messiah-like figures; writing is a lonely, sedentary occupation… — 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
