For hours, for days,
For hours, for days, for years, she had wandered endlessly within herself but never met anybody, nobody. Angela Carter
Angela Carter
Aeneas carried his aged
Aeneas carried his aged father on his back from the ruins of Troy and so do we all, whether we like it or not, perhaps even if we have never known them. Angela Carter
The lovely Hazard girls’,
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. Angela Carter
Pornographers are the enemies
Pornographers are the enemies of women only because our contemporary ideology of pornography does not encompass the possibility of change, as if we were the slaves of history and not its makers. . . . Pornography is a satire on human pretensions. Angela Carter
Iconic clothing has been
Iconic clothing has been secularized. . . . A guardsman in a dress uniform is ostensibly an icon of aggression; his coat is red as the blood he hopes to shed. Seen on a coat-hanger, with no man inside it, the uniform loses all its blustering significance and, to the innocent eye seduced by decorative … Read more
The notion of a
The notion of a universality of human experience is a confidence trick and the notion of a universality of female experience is a clever confidence trick. Angela Carter
He is the intermediary
He is the intermediary between us, his audience, the living, and they, the dolls, the undead, who cannot live at all and yet who mimic the living in every detail since, though they cannot speak or weep, still they project those signals of signification we instantly recognize as language. Angela Carter
One day, Annabel saw
One day, Annabel saw the sun and moon in the sky at the same time. The sight filled her with a terror which entirely consumed her and did not leave her until the night closed in catastrophe for she had no instinct for self-preservation if she was confronted by ambiguities. Angela Carter
There are lots of
There are lots of things that you can brush under the carpet about yourself until you’re faced with somebody whose needs won’t be put off. Angela Carter
He is, I think,
He is, I think, already pondering a magisterial project: that of buggering the English language, the ultimate revenge of the colonialised. Angela Carter