It is, perhaps, better to be valued as an object of passion than never to be valued at all. Angela Carter More Quotes by Angela Carter More Quotes From Angela Carter One beast and only one howls in the woods by night. Angela Carter beastwoodsnight I desire therefore I exist. Angela Carter desire 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 emptinessshadowlong His main principles were indeed as follows: everything it is possible to imagine can also exist. Angela Carter imagineprinciples I am entirely alone. I and my shadow fill the universe. Angela Carter universeshadow In a secular age, an authentic miracle must purport to be a hoax, in order to gain credit in the world. Angela Carter miracleageorder 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 historicalchangeenemy 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 aeneasdadfather 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 colour and tactile braid, it is as abstract in symbolic information as a parasol to an Eskimo. It becomes simply magnificent. Angela Carter eyehopemen As for my father, few souls are less troubled. He can be simply pleased with us, pleased that we exist, and, from the vantage point of his wondrously serene old age, he contemplates our lives almost as if they were books he can dip into whenever he wants. His back pages, perhaps. Angela Carter soulfatherbook The kind of power mothers have is enormous. Angela Carter skylinesistanbulmother If the Barbarians are destroyed, who will we then be able to blame for the bad things? Angela Carter barbariansblameable 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 brushesknowledgeneeds Cats of all kinds weave in and out of the text; Burroughs has clearly taken to them in a big way in his old age and seems torn between a fear they will betray him into sentimentality and a resigned acceptance that a man can't be ironic all the time. Angela Carter cattakenacceptance And, oh God, in my misspent youth as a housewife, I, too, used to bake bread, in those hectic and desolating days just prior to the woman's movement, when middle-class women were supposed to be wonderful wives and mothers, gracious hostesses.... I used to feel so womanly when I was baking my filthy bread. Angela Carter wifemotherclass Pornography is a satire on human pretensions. Angela Carter pornographysatirehumans [T]ea, that uniquely English meal, that unnecessary collation at which no stimulants--neither alcohol nor meat--are served, that comforting repast of which to partake is as good as second childhood. Angela Carter childhoodalcoholcomforting Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late Autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart. Angela Carter autumnsadheart And, indeed, is there not something holy about a great kitchen?... The scoured gleam of row upon row of metal vessels dangling from hooks or reposing on their shelves till needed with the air of so many chalices waiting for the celebration of the sacrament of food. And the range like an altar, yes, before which my mother bowed in perpetual homage, a fringe of sweat upon her upper lip and the fire glowing in her cheeks. Angela Carter glowingmotherair It is, perhaps, a better thing to be valued only as an object of passion than never to be valued at all. Angela Carter objectspassionliterature
