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
life women morality
It is far easier for a woman to lead a blameless life than it is for a man; all she has to do is to avoid sexual intercourse like the plague.
dolls details language
He is the intermediary between us, his audience, the living, and they, the dolls, the undead, who cannot live at all and yet who mimic the living in every detail since, though they cannot speak or weep, still they project those signals of signification we instantly recognize as language.
fun cat thinking
For all cats have this particularity, each and every one, from the meanest alley sneaker to the proudest, whitest she that ever graced a pontiff's pillow — we have our smiles, as it were, painted on. Those small, cool, quite Mona Lisa smiles that smile we must, no matter whether it's been fun or it's been not. So all cats have a politician's air; we smile and smile and so they think we're villains
long suffering shadow
They will be like shadows, they will be like wraiths, gray members of a congregation of nightmare; hark! his long wavering howl . . . an aria of fear made audible. The wolfsong is the sound of the rending you will suffer, in itself a murdering.
father farewell sight
I drew the curtains to conceal the sight of my father's farewell; my spite was sharp as broken glass.
stars eye doors
Stars on our door, stars in our eyes, stars exploding in the bits of our brains where the common sense should have been
brother voice darling
Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves.
running men devil
Before he can become a wolf, the lycanthrope strips naked. If you spy a naked man among the pines, you must run as if the Devil were after you.
night woods beast
One beast and only one howls in the woods by night.
moving eggs space
She stands and moves within the invisible pentacle of her own virginity. She is an unbroken egg: she is a sealed vessel; she has inside her a magic space the entrance to which is shut tight with a plug of membrane; she is a closed system; she does not know how to shiver.
desire
I desire therefore I exist.
shadow universe
I am entirely alone. I and my shadow fill the universe.
desire kaleidoscope shapes
I see her as a series of marvellous shapes formed at random in the kaleidoscope of desire.
principles imagine
His main principles were indeed as follows: everything it is possible to imagine can also exist.