In a world where women are commodities, a woman who refuses to sell herself will have the thing she refuses to sell taken away from her by force Angela Carter More Quotes by Angela Carter More Quotes From Angela Carter Anxiety is the beginning of conscience, which is the parent of the soul but is not compatible with innocence. Angela Carter anxiety parent soul His touch both consoles and devastates me; I feel my heart pulse, then wither, naked as a stone on the roaring mattress while the lovely, moony night slides through the window to dapple the flanks of this innocent who makes cages to keep the sweet birds in. Eat me, drink me; thirsty, cankered, goblin-ridden, I go back and back to him to have his fingers strip the tattered skin away and clothe me in his dress of water, this garment that drenches me, its slithering odour, its capacity for drowning. Angela Carter heart sweet night To ride a bicycle is in itself some protection against superstitious fears, since the bicycle is the product of pure reason applied to motion. Geometry at the service of man! Give me two spheres and a straight line and I will show you how far I can take them. Voltaire himself might have invented the bicycle, since it contributes so much to man’s welfare and nothing at all to his bane. Beneficial to the health, it emits no harmful fumes and permits only the most decorous speeds. How can a bicycle ever be an implement of harm? Angela Carter giving men two She stood lost in eternity wearing a crazy dress, watching the immense sky. Angela Carter eternity sky lost We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity. Angela Carter scarecrow rags humanity If Miss means respectably unmarried, and Mrs. respectably married, then Ms. means nudge, nudge, wink, wink. Angela Carter women respect mean A broken heart is never a tragedy. Only untimely death is a tragedy. Angela Carter broken tragedy heart 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 stars eye doors Spindly branches of buttercups were secreted among gleaming stems still moist at the roots from last night's rain that had washedand refreshed the entire wood, had dowered it in poignant transparency, the unique, inconsolable quality of rainy countries, as if all was glimpsed through tears. Angela Carter unique rain country Fine art, that exists for itself alone, is art in a final state of impotence. If nobody, including the artist, acknowledges art as a means of knowing the world, then art is relegated to a kind of rumpus room of the mind and the irresponsibility of the artist and the irrelevance of art to actual living becomes part and parcel of the practice of art. Angela Carter life mean art All artists, they say, are a little mad. This madness is, to a certain extent, a self-created myth designed to keep the generality away from the phenomenally close-knit creative community. Yet, in the world of the artists, the consciously eccentric are always respectful and admiring if those who have the courage to be genuinely a little mad. Angela Carter mad artist self Love is desire sustained by unfulfilment. Angela Carter desire love-is Is not this world an illusion? And yet it fools everybody. Angela Carter illusion fool world Irish was a man of parts even if some of them didn't work too well. Angela Carter sarcasm work men I see her as a series of marvellous shapes formed at random in the kaleidoscope of desire. Angela Carter kaleidoscope shapes desire Not for Moorcock the painful, infrequent excretion of dry little novels like so many rabbit pellets; his is the grand, messy fluxitself, in all its heroic vulgarity, its unquenchable optimism, its enthusiasm for the inexhaustible variousness of things. Angela Carter optimism creativity rabbits It's every woman's tragedy, that, after a certain age, she looks like a female impersonator. Mind you, we've known some lovely female impersonators, in our time. Angela Carter lovely tragedy mind She said to the Daisy girl with her big brown eyes: 'I will not have it plain. No. Fancy. It must be fancy!' She meant her future. A moon-daisy dropped to the floor, down from her hair, like a faintly derisive sign from heaven. Angela Carter girl eye moon What would the daughters of the rich do with themselves if the poor ceased to exist? Angela Carter philanthropy rich daughter A mother is always a mother, since a mother is a biological fact, whilst a father is a movable feast. Angela Carter mother father facts
