If the Barbarians are destroyed, who will we then be able to blame for the bad things?
Angela CarterWe must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity.
Angela CarterThough I still turn up my coat-collar in a lonely way and am always looking at myself in mirrors, theyโre only habits and give no clue at all to my character, whatever that is. The most difficult performance in the world is acting naturally isnโt it? Everything else is artful.
Angela CarterI see her as a series of marvellous shapes formed at random in the kaleidoscope of desire.
Angela CarterWhat do you see when you see me?' She asked him, burying her own face in his bosom. 'Do you want the truth?' She nodded. 'The firing squad.' 'That's not the whole truth. Try again.' 'Insatiability,' he said with some bitterness. 'That's oblique but altogether too simple. Once more,' she insisted. 'One more time.' He was silent for several minutes. 'The map of a country in which I only exist by virtue of the extravagance of my metaphors.' 'Now you're being too sophisticated. And, besides, what metaphors do we have in common?
Angela Carter