Angela Carter Quotes
Angela Carter Quotes
She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking.
2803 It was a real treat when he'd read me Daisy Miller out loud. But we'd reached the point in our relationship when, in a straight choice between him and Henry James, I'd have taken Henry James any day even if Henry James were dead and not much of a one for the girls when living, either.
2489 Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself. You bring to a novel, anything you read, all your experience of the world. You bring your history and you read it in your own terms.
3896 The lovely Hazard girls', they used to call them. Huh. Lovely is as lovely does; if they looked like what they behave like, they'd frighten little children.
4967 People talk about mainstream fiction and sf as though they were two quite different kinds of writing, and fantasy as well, as though it was quite different. But I think this a false distinction, that it is a labelling that helps librarians, and people who know the kind of thing they like and don't want their prejudices to be disturbed.
4800 A young girl would go into the wood as trustingly as Red Riding Hood to her granny's house but this light admits no ambiguities and, here, she will be trapped in her own illusion because everything in the woods is exactly as it seems.
3103 She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking.
4744 Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different!
2463 We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity.
2112 And it was sad music fit to make you cut your throat.
4627 The child's laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown.
4551 She was no malleable, since frigid, substance upon which desires might be executed; she was not a true prostitute for she was the object on which men prostituted themselves.
3647 ...a great future behind him, already
1918 At the best of times, spring hurts depressives.
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