He was a lovely man in many ways. But he kept on insisting on forgiving me when there was nothing to forgive.
Angela CarterShe said to the Daisy girl with her big brown eyes: 'I will not have it plain. No. Fancy. It must be fancy!' She meant her future. A moon-daisy dropped to the floor, down from her hair, like a faintly derisive sign from heaven.
Angela CarterSad; so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late Autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart.
Angela CarterI will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.
Angela Carter