Sad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late Autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart. Angela Carter More Quotes by Angela Carter More Quotes From Angela Carter Nostalgia, the vice of the aged. We watch so many old movies our memories come in monochrome. Angela Carter vices memories watches Language is power, life and the instrument of culture, the instrument of domination and liberation. Angela Carter language-and-power instruments culture A book is simply the container of an idea-like a bottle; what is inside the book is what matters. Angela Carter what-matters writing book Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well-adjusted transsexual. Angela Carter new-york men sex I don't really think that writers, even great writers, are prophets, or sages, or Messiah-like figures; writing is a lonely, sedentary occupation and a touch of megalomania can be comforting around five on a November afternoon when you haven't seen anybody all day. Angela Carter lonely writing thinking A day without an argument is like an egg without salt. Angela Carter salt eggs literature Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride. Angela Carter moonlight white rose I think it's one of the scars in our culture that we have too high an opinion of ourselves. We align ourselves with the angels instead of the higher primates. Angela Carter angel culture thinking What a joy it is to dance and sing! Angela Carter dance joy She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. from "The Lady of the Haunted House Angela Carter eye house doe 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. Angela Carter reading writing book Soon, nostalgia will be another name for Europe. Angela Carter nostalgia names europe Drosselmeier had unwittingly exposed himself to an overdose of reality, and it had destroyed his reason. Angela Carter surrealism reason reality The child's laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown. Angela Carter laughter laughing children 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 carnivores taste flesh Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself. Angela Carter reading writing book To pin your hopes upon the future is to consign those hopes to a hypothesis, which is to say, a nothingness. Here and now is what we must contend with. Angela Carter hypothesis pins literature It shone on everyone, whether they had a contract or not. The most democratic thing I'd ever seen, that California sunshine. Angela Carter sunshine contracts california 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 commodity taken world Anticipation is the greater part of pleasure. Angela Carter pleasure greater anticipation
