Angela Carter

He was a lovely man in many ways. But he kept on insisting on forgiving me when there was nothing to forgive.

— Angela Carter

Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself.

— Angela Carter

Losing their names, these things underwent a process of uncreation.

— Angela Carter

I know that whenever a group of women are gathered together, the grandmother always makes a phantom appearance, hovering above them.

— Angela Carter

“She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the window of…

— Angela Carter

Hollywood... was the place where the United States perpetrated itself as a universal dream and put the dream into mass production.

— Angela Carter

Is not this whole world an illusion? And yet it fools everybody.

— Angela Carter

My paternal grandmother would not light a fire on the Sabbath and piled all Sunday's washing-up in a bucket, to be dealt…

— 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

Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different!

— Angela Carter

And each stroke of his tongue ripped off skin after successive skin, all the skins of a life in the world, and…

— Angela Carter

In a secular age, an authentic miracle must purport to be a hoax, in order to gain credit in the world.

— 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

I see her as a series of marvellous shapes formed at random in the kaleidoscope of desire.

— Angela Carter

“Women do not normally fuck in the active sense. They are fucked in the passive tense and hence automatically fucked-up, done over,…

— Angela Carter

Drosselmeier had unwittingly exposed himself to an overdose of reality, and it had destroyed his reason.

— Angela Carter

I desire therefore I exist.

— Angela Carter

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

“Yet I had not bargained for this, the girl with tears hanging on her cheeks like stuck pearls, her cunt a split…

— Angela Carter

A mother is always a mother, since a mother is a biological fact, whilst a father is a movable feast.

— Angela Carter

Our fingernails match our toenails, match our lipstick match our rouge...The habit of applying warpaint outlasts the battle.

— Angela Carter

A fairy tale is the kind of story in which one king goes to another king to borrow a cup of sugar

— Angela Carter

Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late Autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart.

— Angela Carter

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

“And from the coffin of your madness there is no escape.”

— Angela Carter