My mother learned that
My mother learned that she was carrying me at about the same time the Second World War was declared; with the family talent for magic realism, she once told me she had been to the doctor’s on the very day. Angela Carter
Angela Carter
we must not blame
we must not blame our poor symbols if they take forms that seem trivial to us, or absurd, … however paltry they may be; the nature of our life alone has determined their forms. Angela Carter
You were the living
You were the living image of the entire Platonic shadow show, an illusion that could fill my emptiness with marvellous, imaginary things as long as, just as long as, the movie lasted, and then all would all vanish. Angela Carter
It is, perhaps, a
It is, perhaps, a better thing to be valued only as an object of passion than never to be valued at all. Angela Carter
So I suppose I
So I suppose I do not know how he really looked, and, in fact, I suppose I shall never know, now, for he was plainly an object created in the mode of fantasy. His image was already present somewhere in my head and I was seeking to discover it in actuality, looking at every face … Read more
In a secular age,
In a secular age, an authentic miracle must purport to be a hoax, in order to gain credit in the world. Angela Carter
When I saw him
When I saw him look at me with lust, I dropped my eyes but, in glancing away from him, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. And I saw myself, suddenly, as he saw me, my pale face, the way the muscles in my neck stuck out like thin wire. I saw how much … Read more
This lack of imagination
This lack of imagination gives his heroism to the hero. Angela Carter
What do you see
What do you see when you see me?’ She asked him, burying her own face in his bosom. ‘Do you want the truth?’ She nodded. ‘The firing squad.’ ‘That’s not the whole truth. Try again.’ ‘Insatiability,’ he said with some bitterness. ‘That’s oblique but altogether too simple. Once more,’ she insisted. ‘One more time.’ He … Read more
I had the brief
I had the brief notion that his heart, pressed flat as a flower, crimson and thin as tissue paper, lay in this file. It was a very thin one. Angela Carter