He was a lovely man in many ways. But he kept on insisting on forgiving me when there was nothing to forgive.
Angela CarterThe only time I ever iron the sheets or make meringues is when there is an ... urgent deadline in the offing.
Angela CarterCities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well-adjusted transsexual.
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