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By AnonymAngela Carter
A book is simply the container of an idea-like a bottle; what is inside the book is what matters.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
A broken heart is never a tragedy. Only untimely death is a tragedy.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
A day without an argument is like an egg without salt.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
Aeneas carried his aged father on his back from the ruins of Troy and so do we all, whether we like it or not, perhaps even if we have never known them.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
A fairy tale is the kind of story in which one king goes to another king to borrow a cup of sugar
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By AnonymAngela Carter
All artists, they say, are a little mad. This madness is, to a certain extent, a self-created myth designed to keep the generality away from the phenomenally close-knit creative community. Yet, in the world of the artists, the consciously eccentric are always respectful and admiring if those who have the courage to be genuinely a little mad.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
Among the monsters, I am well hidden; who looks for a leaf in a forest?
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By AnonymAngela Carter
And, conversely, she went on to herself, sneering at the Grand Duke's palace, poverty is wasted on the poor, who never know how to make the best of things, are only the rich without money, are just as useless at looking after themselves, can't handle their cash just like the rich can't, always squandering it on bright, pretty, useless things in just the same way.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
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.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
And, indeed, is there not something holy about a great kitchen?... The scoured gleam of row upon row of metal vessels dangling from hooks or reposing on their shelves till needed with the air of so many chalices waiting for the celebration of the sacrament of food. And the range like an altar, yes, before which my mother bowed in perpetual homage, a fringe of sweat upon her upper lip and the fire glowing in her cheeks.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
And, oh God, in my misspent youth as a housewife, I, too, used to bake bread, in those hectic and desolating days just prior to the woman's movement, when middle-class women were supposed to be wonderful wives and mothers, gracious hostesses.... I used to feel so womanly when I was baking my filthy bread.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
Anticipation is the greater part of pleasure.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
Anxiety is the beginning of conscience, which is the parent of the soul but is not compatible with innocence.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
Art need no longer be an account of past sensations.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
As for my father, few souls are less troubled. He can be simply pleased with us, pleased that we exist, and, from the vantage point of his wondrously serene old age, he contemplates our lives almost as if they were books he can dip into whenever he wants. His back pages, perhaps.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
At the best of times, spring hurts depressives.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
Before he can become a wolf, the lycanthrope strips naked. If you spy a naked man among the pines, you must run as if the Devil were after you.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
Cats of all kinds weave in and out of the text; Burroughs has clearly taken to them in a big way in his old age and seems torn between a fear they will betray him into sentimentality and a resigned acceptance that a man can't be ironic all the time.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
Comedy is tragedy that happens to other people.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
Do not think I do not realise what I am doing. I am making a composition using the following elements: the winter beach; the winter moon; the ocean; the women; the pine trees; the riders; the driftwood; the shells; the shapes of darkness and the shapes of water; and the refuse. These are all inimical to my loneliness because of their indifference to it. Out of these pieces of inimical indifference, I intend to represent the desolate smile of winter which, as you must have gathered, is the smile I wear.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
Drosselmeier had unwittingly exposed himself to an overdose of reality, and it had destroyed his reason.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
Fine art, that exists for itself alone, is art in a final state of impotence. If nobody, including the artist, acknowledges art as a means of knowing the world, then art is relegated to a kind of rumpus room of the mind and the irresponsibility of the artist and the irrelevance of art to actual living becomes part and parcel of the practice of art.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
For all cats have this particularity, each and every one, from the meanest alley sneaker to the proudest, whitest she that ever graced a pontiff's pillow — we have our smiles, as it were, painted on. Those small, cool, quite Mona Lisa smiles that smile we must, no matter whether it's been fun or it's been not. So all cats have a politician's air; we smile and smile and so they think we're villains
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By AnonymAngela Carter
For most of human history, 'literature,' both fiction and poetry, has been narrated, not written — heard, not read. So fairy tales, folk tales, stories from the oral tradition, are all of them the most vital connection we have with the imaginations of the ordinary men and women whose labor created our world.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
F.R. Leavis's "eat up your broccoli" approach to fiction emphasises this junkfood/wholefood dichotomy. If reading a novel--for theeighteenth century reader, the most frivolous of diversions--did not, by the middle of the twentieth century, make you a better person in some way, then you might as well flush the offending volume down the toilet, which was by far the best place for the undigested excreta of dubious nourishment.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
He is, I think, already pondering a magisterial project: that of buggering the English language, the ultimate revenge of the colonialised.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
He was a lovely man in many ways. But he kept on insisting on forgiving me when there was nothing to forgive.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
He was prepared to die for it, as one of Baudelaire's dandies might have been prepared to kill himself in order to preserve himself in the condition of a work of art, for he wanted to make this experience a masterpiece of experience which absolutely transcended the everyday. And this would annihilate the effects of the cruel drug, boredom, to which he was addicted although, perhaps, the element of boredom which is implicit in an affair so isolated from the real world was its principle appeal for him.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
His contagious conviction that our love was unique and desperate infected me with an anxious sickness; soon we would learn to treat one another with the circumspect tenderness of comrades who are amputees, for we were surrounded by the most moving images of evanesecence, fireworks, morning glories, the old, children. But the most moving of these images were the intagible relfections of ourselves we saw in one another's eyes, reflections of nothing but appearances, in a city dedicated to seeming, and, try as we might to possess the essence of each other's otherness, we would inevitably fail.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
His touch both consoles and devastates me; I feel my heart pulse, then wither, naked as a stone on the roaring mattress while the lovely, moony night slides through the window to dapple the flanks of this innocent who makes cages to keep the sweet birds in. Eat me, drink me; thirsty, cankered, goblin-ridden, I go back and back to him to have his fingers strip the tattered skin away and clothe me in his dress of water, this garment that drenches me, its slithering odour, its capacity for drowning.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
Hollywood... was the place where the United States perpetrated itself as a universal dream and put the dream into mass production.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
Home is where the heart is and hence a movable feast.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
How far does a pretence of feeling, maintained with absolute conviction, become authentic?
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By AnonymAngela Carter
I always used to suffer a great deal if I let myself get too close to reality since the definitive world of the everyday with itshard edges and harsh light did not have enough resonance to echo the demands I made upon experience. It was as if I never experienced experience as experience. Living never lived up to the expectations I had of it--the Bovary syndrome.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
Iconic clothing has been secularized. . . . A guardsman in a dress uniform is ostensibly an icon of aggression; his coat is red as the blood he hopes to shed. Seen on a coat-hanger, with no man inside it, the uniform loses all its blustering significance and, to the innocent eye seduced by decorative colour and tactile braid, it is as abstract in symbolic information as a parasol to an Eskimo. It becomes simply magnificent.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
I don't really think that writers, even great writers, are prophets, or sages, or Messiah-like figures; writing is a lonely, sedentary occupation and a touch of megalomania can be comforting around five on a November afternoon when you haven't seen anybody all day.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
I drew the curtains to conceal the sight of my father's farewell; my spite was sharp as broken glass.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
If Miss means respectably unmarried, and Mrs. respectably married, then Ms. means nudge, nudge, wink, wink.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
I had the brief notion that his heart, pressed flat as a flower, crimson and thin as tissue paper, lay in this file. It was a very thin one.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
I haven't changed much, over the years. I use less adjectives, now, and have a kinder heart, perhaps.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
I know that whenever a group of women are gathered together, the grandmother always makes a phantom appearance, hovering above them.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
In a secular age, an authentic miracle must purport to be a hoax, in order to gain credit in the world.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
In a world where women are commodities, a woman who refuses to sell herself will have the thing she refuses to sell taken away from her by force
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By AnonymAngela Carter
...in their millenial and long-lived patience they knew quite well how, in a hundred years, or a thousand years' time, or else, perhaps, tomorrow, in an hour's time, for it was all a gamble, a million to one chance, but all the same there was a chance that if they kept on shaking their chains, one day, some day, the clasps upon the shackles would part.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
In the mythic schema of all relations between men and women, man proposes, and woman is disposed of.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
Irish was a man of parts even if some of them didn't work too well.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
I see her as a series of marvellous shapes formed at random in the kaleidoscope of desire.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
I should have liked to have had him beside me in a glass coffin, so that I could watch him all the time and he would not have been able to get away from me.
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By AnonymAngela Carter
Is not this world an illusion? And yet it fools everybody.
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