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
moon night self
One day, Annabel saw the sun and moon in the sky at the same time. The sight filled her with a terror which entirely consumed her and did not leave her until the night closed in catastrophe for she had no instinct for self-preservation if she was confronted by ambiguities.
artist self mad
All artists, they say, are a little mad. This madness is, to a certain extent, a self-created myth designed to keep the generality away from the phenomenally close-knit creative community. Yet, in the world of the artists, the consciously eccentric are always respectful and admiring if those who have the courage to be genuinely a little mad.
care requires
I see this every day. If it's not a hand-out, if it's not free, if it requires a little work, they don't care for it.
dinner great kids rings
Dinner was awesome. Mr. Rings can cook. And the kids did great serving.
europe names nostalgia
Soon, nostalgia will be another name for Europe.
father goddesses gods mother notion silly
Mother goddesses are just as silly a notion as father gods
bit experience far nicer people problem refer somebody useful workplace
It's useful when a problem comes up that you have no experience of. You then have somebody you can refer to, ... The workplace would be a far nicer place if people said 'thank you' a bit more often.
blizzard coming dance-and-dancing danced outcasts watched
They danced the dance of the outcasts for the outcasts who watched them, amid the louring trees, with a blizzard coming on.
mother istanbul skylines
The kind of power mothers have is enormous.
mind lovely age
It's every woman's tragedy, that, after a certain age, she looks like a female impersonator. Mind you, we've known some lovely female impersonators, in our time.
share reciprocity sensations
Reciprocity of sensation is not possible because to share is to be robbed.
mother class wife
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.
iron sheets deadline
The only time I ever iron the sheets or make meringues is when there is an ... urgent deadline in the offing.
dream dark greek
Strangers used to gather together at the cinema and sit together in the dark, like Ancient Greeks participating in the mysteries, dreaming the same dream in unison.