Our fingernails match our toenails, match our lipstick match our rouge...The habit of applying warpaint outlasts the battle.
Angela CarterI see her as a series of marvellous shapes formed at random in the kaleidoscope of desire.
Angela CarterA book is simply the container of an idea-like a bottle; what is inside the book is what matters.
Angela CarterI think it's one of the scars in our culture that we have too high an opinion of ourselves. We align ourselves with the angels instead of the higher primates.
Angela CarterMy paternal grandmother would not light a fire on the Sabbath and piled all Sunday's washing-up in a bucket, to be dealt with on Monday morning, because the Sabbath was a day of rest--a practice that made my paternal grandfather, the village atheist, as mad as fire. Nevertheless, he willed five quid to the minister, just to be on the safe side.
Angela Carter