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  • It shone on everyone, whether they had a contract or not. The most democratic thing I'd ever seen, that California sunshine.

  • There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.

    Angela Carter (1997). “Burning your boats: the collected short stories”, Penguin Group USA
  • For hours, for days, for years, she had wandered endlessly within herself but never met anybody, nobody.

    Angela Carter (1977). “The Passion of New Eve”, Harcourt
  • Nostalgia, the vice of the aged. We watch so many old movies our memories come in monochrome.

    Angela Carter (2012). “Wise Children”, p.10, Random House
  • They will be like shadows, they will be like wraiths, gray members of a congregation of nightmare; hark! his long wavering howl . . . an aria of fear made audible. The wolfsong is the sound of the rending you will suffer, in itself a murdering.

    Angela Carter (1997). “Burning your boats: the collected short stories”, Penguin Group USA
  • Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice still wide enough open to let them all slink through.

  • I should have liked to have had him beside me in a glass coffin, so that I could watch him all the time and he would not have been able to get away from me.

    Angela Carter (1997). “Burning your boats: the collected short stories”, Penguin Group USA
  • Some cities are women and must be loved; others are men and can only be admired or bargained with

  • The end of all stories, even if the writer forebears to mention it, is death, which is where time stops short. Sheherezade knew this, which is why she kept on spinning another story out of the bowels of the last one, never coming to a point where she could say: "This is the end." Because it would have been.

    Angela Carter (1993). “Expletives Deleted: Selected Writings”, Vintage Books
  • Why do you do up your hair in those tortured plaits, now, Melanie? Why? Because, she said. You know that's no answer. You're spoiling your pretty looks, pet. Come here. She did not move. He ground out his cigarette on the window-ledge and laughed. Come here, he said again, softly. So she went.

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  • Home is where the heart is and hence a movable feast.

    Angela Carter (1998). “Shaking a Leg: Collected Writings”, Penguin Group USA
  • I haven't changed much, over the years. I use less adjectives, now, and have a kinder heart, perhaps.

    Angela Carter (1993). “Expletives Deleted: Selected Writings”, Vintage Books
  • 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 that cruel necklace became me. And, for the first time in my innocent and confined life, I sensed in myself a potentiality for corruption that took my breath away.

    Angela Carter (2012). “The Bloody Chamber And Other Stories”, p.6, Random House
  • 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 (1997). “Burning your boats: the collected short stories”, Penguin Group USA
  • 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 (1971). “Love: a novel”
  • A day without an argument is like an egg without salt.

    Angela Carter (1997). “Shaking a Leg: Journalism and Writings”, Vintage
  • Stars on our door, stars in our eyes, stars exploding in the bits of our brains where the common sense should have been

    Angela Carter (2012). “Wise Children”, p.91, Random House
  • And, conversely, she went on to herself, sneering at the Grand Duke's palace, poverty is wasted on the poor, who never know how to make the best of things, are only the rich without money, are just as useless at looking after themselves, can't handle their cash just like the rich can't, always squandering it on bright, pretty, useless things in just the same way.

  • Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.

  • It may be the first in what I trust will be a rapidly growing and influential genre--the novel designed on purpose to be excludedfrom the Booker short-list.

  • Anxiety is the beginning of conscience, which is the parent of the soul but is not compatible with innocence.

    Angela Carter (1984). “Nights at the circus”, Vintage
  • There's a theory, one I find persuasive, that the quest for knowledge is, at bottom, the search for the answer to the question: Where was I before I was born. In the beginning was what? Perhaps, in the beginning, there was a curious room, a room like this one, crammed with wonders; and now the room and all it contains are forbidden you, although it was made just for you, had been prepared for you since time began, and you will spend all your life trying to remember it.

    Angela Carter (1997). “Burning your boats: the collected short stories”, Penguin Group USA
  • 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.

  • At the best of times, spring hurts depressives.

    Angela Carter (1967). “Honeybuzzard”
  • The child's laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown.

    Angela Carter (1984). “Nights at the circus”, Vintage
  • ...in their millenial and long-lived patience they knew quite well how, in a hundred years, or a thousand years' time, or else, perhaps, tomorrow, in an hour's time, for it was all a gamble, a million to one chance, but all the same there was a chance that if they kept on shaking their chains, one day, some day, the clasps upon the shackles would part.

    Angela Carter (1984). “Nights at the circus”, Vintage
  • I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.

    Angela Carter (1985). “Black Venus”, Random House (UK)
  • In the mythic schema of all relations between men and women, man proposes, and woman is disposed of.

    Angela Carter (2015). “The Sadeian Woman: An Exercise in Cultural History”, p.7, Hachette UK
  • The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he's as cunning as he is ferocious; once he's had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do.

    Angela Carter (1997). “Burning your boats: the collected short stories”, Penguin Group USA
  • Proposition one: time is a man, space is a woman.

    Angela Carter (1977). “The Passion of New Eve”, Harcourt
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