When I saw him look at me with lust, I dropped my eyes but, in glancing away from him, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. And I saw myself, suddenly, as he saw me, my pale face, the way the muscles in my neck stuck out like thin wire. I saw how much that cruel necklace became me. And, for the first time in my innocent and confined life, I sensed in myself a potentiality for corruption that took my breath away.
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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