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. – Angela Carter
What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? – 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 and you read it in your own terms. – Angela Carter
I think the adjective post-modernist really means mannerist. Books about books is fun but frivolous. – Angela Carter