Angela Carter
Angela Carter
Angela Olive Carter-Pearcewho published as Angela Carter, was an English novelist, short story writer and journalist, known for her feminist, magical realism, and picaresque works. In 2008, The Times ranked Carter tenth in their list of "The 50 greatest British writers since 1945". In 2012, Nights at the Circus was selected as the best ever winner of the James Tait Black Memorial Prize...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 May 1940
daughter philanthropy rich
What would the daughters of the rich do with themselves if the poor ceased to exist?
sky eternity lost
She stood lost in eternity... watching the immense sky...
new-york sex men
Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well-adjusted transsexual.
eye house doe
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
sweet heart night
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.
fool world illusion
Is not this world an illusion? And yet it fools everybody.
mother real father
Mother goddesses are just as silly a notion as father gods. If a revival of the myths of these cults gives woman emotional satisfaction, it does so at the price of obscuring the real conditions of life. This is why they were invented in the first place.
white rose moonlight
Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.
lonely writing thinking
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.
book reading writing
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.
joy
What a joy it is to dance and sing!
memories watches vices
Nostalgia, the vice of the aged. We watch so many old movies our memories come in monochrome.
english-novelist man marriage
What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many?
english-novelist
Is not this whole world an illusion? And yet it fools everybody.