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Quotes from Angela Carter

How far does a pretence of feeling, maintained with absolute conviction, become authentic?
~ Angela Carter
Do you not feel', said the Doctor in his very soft but still crisp-edged voice, 'that invisible presences have more reality than visible ones? They exert more influence upon us. They make us cry more easily.
~ Angela Carter
Losing their names, these things underwent a process of uncreation.
~ Angela Carter
Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.
~ Angela Carter
Memory is the grid of meaning we impose on the random and bewildering flux of the world. Memory is the line we pay out behind us as we travel through time--it is the clue, like Ariadne's, which means we do not lose our way. Memory is the lasso with which we capture the past and haul it from chaos towards us in nicely ordered sequences, like those of baroque keyboard music.
~ Angela Carter
Your green eye is a reducing chamber. If I look into it long enough, I wil become as small as my own reflection, I will diminish to a point and vanish. I will be drawn down into that black whirlpool and be consumed by you. I shall become so small you can keep me in one of your osier cages and mock my loss of liberty.
~ Angela Carter
Then she broke down and cried onto the flowery wrapping paper. Melanie put her arms around the poor, thin body. What is Aunt Margaret made of? Birdbones and tissue paper. spun glass and straw.
~ Angela Carter
And it was sad music fit to make you cut your throat.
~ Angela Carter
It is, perhaps, a better thing to be valued only as an object of passion than never to be valued at all. I had never been so absolutely the mysterious other. I had become a kind of phoenix, a fabulous beast; I was an outlandish jewel.
~ Angela Carter
we must not blame our poor symbols if they take forms that seem trivial to us, or absurd, ... however paltry they may be; the nature of our life alone has determined their forms.
~ Angela Carter
I drew the curtains to conceal the sight of my father's farewell; my spite was sharp as broken glass.
~ Angela Carter
Proposition one: time is a man, space is a woman.
~ Angela Carter
Like the culture that created me, I am receding into the past at a rate of knots. Soon I'll need a whole row of footnotes if anybody under thirty-five is going to comprehend the least thing I say.
~ Angela 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.
~ Angela Carter
She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the window of her eyes and this is very frightening.
~ Angela Carter
for nothing is more boring than being forced to play.
~ Angela Carter
Abandoned lovers were often lured into the false embrace of faithless mistresses and this caused the Minister the gravest concern for he feared that one day a man would impregnate an illusion and then a generation of half-breed ghosts would befoul the city
~ Angela Carter
Degredation is the subtlest drug, the most insinuating. But they could do nothing to me I had not already imagined.
~ Angela Carter
She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man's land between life and death, sleeping and waking.
~ Angela Carter
On her eighteenth birthday, my mother had disposed of a man-eating tiger that had ravaged the villages in the hills north of Hanoi. Now, without a moment's hesitation, she raised my father's gun, took aim and put a single, irreproachable bullet through my husband's head.
~ Angela Carter
When I'd first loved him, I wanted to take him apart, as a child dismembers a clockwork toy, to comprehend the inscrutable mechanics of its interior." -flesh and the mirror
~ Angela Carter
Wars are facts we cannot fuck away, Perry; nor laugh away, either.
~ Angela Carter
She said to the Daisy girl with her big brown eyes: 'I will not have it plain. No. Fancy. It must be fancy!' She meant her future. A moon-daisy dropped to the floor, down from her hair, like a faintly derisive sign from heaven.
~ Angela Carter
Curiosity is the most fleeting of pleasures; the moment is satisfied, it ceases to exist and it always proves very, very expensive.
~ Angela Carter