Aeneas carried his aged father on his back from the ruins of Troy and so do we all, whether we like it or not, perhaps even if we have never known them.

— Angela Carter

A fairy tale is the kind of story in which one king goes to another king to borrow a cup of sugar.

— Angela Carter

A free woman in an unfree society will be a monster.

— Angela Carter

...a great future behind him, already

— Angela Carter

A mother is always a mother, since a mother is a biological fact, whilst a father is a movable feast.

— Angela Carter

And, conversely, she went on to herself, sneering at the Grand Duke's palace, poverty is wasted on the poor, who never know how to make the best of things, are only the rich without money, are just as useless at looking after themselves, can't handle their cash just like the rich can't, always squandering it on bright, pretty, useless things in just the same way.

— Angela Carter

And each stroke of his tongue ripped off skin after successive skin, all the skins of a life in the world, and left behind a nascent patina of shining hairs. My earrings turned back to water and trickled down my shoulders; I shrugged the drops off my beautiful fur.

— Angela Carter

And from the coffin of your madness there is no escape.

— Angela Carter

And it was sad music fit to make you cut your throat.

— Angela Carter

...as if Hollywood were the name of the enchanted forest where you loose yourself and find yourself, again; the wood that changes you; the wood where you go mad; the wood where the shadows' life longer than you do.

— Angela Carter