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
love-you thinking want
I think I want to be in love with you but I don't know how.
christmas doors midnight
Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice still wide enough open to let them all slink through.
eye loss reflection
Your green eye is a reducing chamber. If I look into it long enough, I wil become as small as my own reflection, I will diminish to a point and vanish. I will be drawn down into that black whirlpool and be consumed by you. I shall become so small you can keep me in one of your osier cages and mock my loss of liberty.
men cities
Some cities are women and must be loved; others are men and can only be admired or bargained with
men forgiving lovely
He was a lovely man in many ways. But he kept on insisting on forgiving me when there was nothing to forgive.
battle toenails habit
Our fingernails match our toenails, match our lipstick match our rouge...The habit of applying warpaint outlasts the battle.
beautiful hair water
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.
sky
ordered me a sky from a florist
years long one-day
...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.
men our-world imagination
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.
grandmother people posing
Not many people can boast a photo of their grandmother posing for kiddiporn.
mean skins feminism
Just because we're sisters under the skin doesn't mean we've got much in common.
feelings doe conviction
How far does a pretence of feeling, maintained with absolute conviction, become authentic?
mother revenge istanbul
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