What 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?
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,… - Angela 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,…
- Angela Carter
Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself. You bring to a novel, anything you read, all your experience of the world. You bring your history … - Angela Carter
Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself. You bring to a novel, anything you read, all your experience of the world. You bring your history …
Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself. - Angela Carter
Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself.
What would the daughters of the rich do with themselves if the poor ceased to exist? - Angela Carter
What would the daughters of the rich do with themselves if the poor ceased to exist?
She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very f… - Angela Carter
She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very f…
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 - Angela 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
How far does a pretence of feeling, maintained with absolute conviction, become authentic? - Angela Carter
How far does a pretence of feeling, maintained with absolute conviction, become authentic?
There was a house we all had in common and it was called the past, even though we'd lived in different rooms. - Angela Carter
There was a house we all had in common and it was called the past, even though we'd lived in different rooms.
I desire therefore I exist. - Angela Carter
I desire therefore I exist.
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