Among the monsters, I am well hidden; who looks for a leaf in a forest? Angela Carter More Quotes by Angela Carter More Quotes From Angela Carter For most of human history, 'literature,' both fiction and poetry, has been narrated, not written — heard, not read. So fairy tales, folk tales, stories from the oral tradition, are all of them the most vital connection we have with the imaginations of the ordinary men and women whose labor created our world. Angela Carter our-world imagination men Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves. Angela Carter darling voice brother Not many people can boast a photo of their grandmother posing for kiddiporn. Angela Carter posing grandmother people ...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 one-day long years ordered me a sky from a florist Angela Carter sky And each stroke of his tongue ripped off skin after successive skin, all the skins of a life in the world, and left behind a nascent patina of shining hairs. My earrings turned back to water and trickled down my shoulders; I shrugged the drops off my beautiful fur. Angela Carter hair beautiful water Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different! Angela Carter different fire men There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer. Angela Carter resemblance acts-of-love chamber I think I want to be in love with you but I don't know how. Angela Carter want love-you thinking 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 glasses should-have watches For hours, for days, for years, she had wandered endlessly within herself but never met anybody, nobody. Angela Carter mets hours years Your thin white face, chérie; he said, as if he saw it for the first time. Your thin white face, with its promise of debauchery only a connoisseur could detect. Angela Carter white faces promise His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat. Angela Carter chokers rubies two 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 curiosity life knowledge The kind of power mothers have is enormous. Take the skyline of Istanbul - enormous breasts, pathetic little willies, a final revenge on Islam. I was so scared I had to crouch in the bottom of the boat when I saw it. Angela Carter istanbul revenge mother Just because we're sisters under the skin doesn't mean we've got much in common. Angela Carter sister justice mean In the mythic schema of all relations between men and women, man proposes, and woman is disposed of. Angela Carter schemas women relationship Women's sexy underwear is a minor but significant growth industry of late-twentieth-century Britain in the twilight of capitalism. Angela Carter women sexy fashion The end of exile is the end of being. Angela Carter exile ends I haven't changed much, over the years. I use less adjectives, now, and have a kinder heart, perhaps. Angela Carter adjectives heart years
