Language is power, life and the instrument of culture, the instrument of domination and liberation.
Angela CarterA fairy tale is the kind of story in which one king goes to another king to borrow a cup of sugar
Angela CarterWhy do you do up your hair in those tortured plaits, now, Melanie? Why? Because, she said. You know that's no answer. You're spoiling your pretty looks, pet. Come here. She did not move. He ground out his cigarette on the window-ledge and laughed. Come here, he said again, softly. So she went.
Angela Carter