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.
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 CarterThe only time I ever iron the sheets or make meringues is when there is an ... urgent deadline in the offing.
Angela Carter