Angela Carter
Angela Carter
Angela Olive Carter-Pearcewho published as Angela Carter, was an English novelist, short story writer and journalist, known for her feminist, magical realism, and picaresque works. In 2008, The Times ranked Carter tenth in their list of "The 50 greatest British writers since 1945". In 2012, Nights at the Circus was selected as the best ever winner of the James Tait Black Memorial Prize...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 May 1940
future lead proud wonder
One day I think she will be famous. We are just really proud of her and I wonder what this will lead to. I wonder what her future will be.
blizzard coming dance-and-dancing danced outcasts watched
They danced the dance of the outcasts for the outcasts who watched them, amid the louring trees, with a blizzard coming on.
adjective books books-and-reading fun means
I think the adjective ''post-modernist'' really means ''mannerist.'' Books about books is fun but frivolous.
dinner great kids rings
Dinner was awesome. Mr. Rings can cook. And the kids did great serving.
daughter philanthropy rich
What would the daughters of the rich do with themselves if the poor ceased to exist?
humanity rags scarecrow
We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity.
battle toenails habit
Our fingernails match our toenails, match our lipstick match our rouge...The habit of applying warpaint outlasts the battle.
hoping-for-the-best worst
Hope for the best, expect the worst.
christmas doors midnight
Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice still wide enough open to let them all slink through.
grandmother grandparent together
I know that whenever a group of women are gathered together, the grandmother always makes a phantom appearance, hovering above them.
anticipation pleasure greater
Anticipation is the greater part of pleasure.
possibility-of-change historical enemy
Pornographers are the enemies of women only because our contemporary ideology of pornography does not encompass the possibility of change, as if we were the slaves of history and not its makers. . . . Pornography is a satire on human pretensions.
monday morning atheist
My paternal grandmother would not light a fire on the Sabbath and piled all Sunday's washing-up in a bucket, to be dealt with on Monday morning, because the Sabbath was a day of rest--a practice that made my paternal grandfather, the village atheist, as mad as fire. Nevertheless, he willed five quid to the minister, just to be on the safe side.