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 CarterThere was a house we all had in common and it was called the past, even though we'd lived in different rooms.
Angela CarterThe notion of a universality of human experience is a confidence trick and the notion of a universality of female experience is a clever confidence trick.
Angela CarterSome cities are women and must be loved; others are men and can only be admired or bargained with
Angela Carter