Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a deep affection for the company and camaraderie of those who are often marginalized or misunderstood.
In this quote, Angela Carter highlights a profound connection with those who may be perceived as 'outsiders' or misfits. It suggests that love can be found in the companionship of those who resonate with one's own struggles, representing a bond that transcends societal norms. The 'voices of my brothers' evoke a sense of solidarity and kinship among the misunderstood, while 'the company of wolves' symbolizes strength and loyalty within this unique group.
In practice
This quote could be used in a speech about the importance of community and embracing diversity.
She stands and moves within the invisible pentacle of her own virginity. She is an unbroken egg: she is a sealed vessel; she has inside her a magic space the entrance to which is shut tight with a plug of membrane; she is a closed system; she does not know how to shiver.
Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well-adjusted transsexual.
For most of human history, 'literature,' both fiction and poetry, has been narrated, not written β 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.
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.
To pin your hopes upon the future is to consign those hopes to a hypothesis, which is to say, a nothingness. Here and now is what we must contend with.
I haven't changed much, over the years. I use less adjectives, now, and have a kinder heart, perhaps.
He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter.
Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.
Curve: The loveliest distance between two points.
I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.
My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours.
here was a silence between them for a moment, and she wondered if all women, when in love, were torn between two impulses, a longing to throw modesty and reserve to the winds and confess everything, and an equal determination to conceal the love forever, to be cool, aloof, utterly detached, to die rather than admit a thing so personal, so intimate.
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