Quote

The kind of power mothers have is enormous. Take the skyline of Istanbul - enormous breasts, pathetic little willies, a final revenge on Islam. I was so scared I had to crouch in the bottom of the boat when I saw it.

Angela Carter

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Angela Carter
Age: 51 †
Born: 1940
Born: May 7
Died: 1992
Died: February 16
Author
Journalist
Linguist
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Screenwriter
Translator
Writer
Eastbourne
Sussex
Angela Olive Stalker Carter
Angela Olive Carter
Angela Olive Stalker
Angela Olive Pearce
Mother
Final
Crouch
Power
Finals
Skylines
Littles
Boat
Istanbul
Little
Islam
Pathetic
Take
Enormous
Motherhood
Kind
Scared
Breasts
Bottom
Mothers
Saws
Revenge
Skyline

More quotes by Angela Carter

Image
The clown may be the source of mirth, but - who shall make the clown laugh?
Angela Carter
Image
At the best of times, spring hurts depressives.
Angela Carter
Image
Just because we're sisters under the skin doesn't mean we've got much in common.
Angela Carter
Image
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.
Angela Carter
Image
They will be like shadows, they will be like wraiths, gray members of a congregation of nightmare hark! his long wavering howl . . . an aria of fear made audible. The wolfsong is the sound of the rending you will suffer, in itself a murdering.
Angela Carter
Image
His main principles were indeed as follows: everything it is possible to imagine can also exist.
Angela Carter
Image
He is the intermediary between us, his audience, the living, and they, the dolls, the undead, who cannot live at all and yet who mimic the living in every detail since, though they cannot speak or weep, still they project those signals of signification we instantly recognize as language.
Angela Carter
Image
Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death.
Angela Carter
Image
There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.
Angela Carter
Image
The bed is now as public as the dinner table and governed by the same rules of formal confrontation.
Angela Carter
Image
All artists, they say, are a little mad. This madness is, to a certain extent, a self-created myth designed to keep the generality away from the phenomenally close-knit creative community. Yet, in the world of the artists, the consciously eccentric are always respectful and admiring if those who have the courage to be genuinely a little mad.
Angela Carter
Image
Pornography is a satire on human pretensions.
Angela Carter
Image
Sad so sad, those smoky-rose, smoky-mauve evenings of late Autumn, sad enough to pierce the heart.
Angela Carter
Image
I think the adjective post-modernist really means mannerist. Books about books is fun but frivolous.
Angela Carter
Image
For hours, for days, for years, she had wandered endlessly within herself but never met anybody, nobody.
Angela Carter
Image
You were the living image of the entire Platonic shadow show, an illusion that could fill my emptiness with marvellous, imaginary things as long as, just as long as, the movie lasted, and then all would all vanish.
Angela Carter
Image
I desire therefore I exist.
Angela Carter
Image
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, when middle-class women were supposed to be wonderful wives and mothers, gracious hostesses.... I used to feel so womanly when I was baking my filthy bread.
Angela Carter
Image
He is, I think, already pondering a magisterial project: that of buggering the English language, the ultimate revenge of the colonialised.
Angela Carter
Image
As for my father, few souls are less troubled. He can be simply pleased with us, pleased that we exist, and, from the vantage point of his wondrously serene old age, he contemplates our lives almost as if they were books he can dip into whenever he wants. His back pages, perhaps.
Angela Carter