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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 05873c3 | WHAT a funny sight it is to see a brood of ducklings with a hen! | Beatrix Potter | ||
| 7c9cce9 | kept glancing uneasily | Beatrix Potter | ||
| de238ff | that the doll's house belonged to said: "I will get a doll dressed like a policeman!" BUT the nurse said: "I will set a mouse-trap!" SO that is the story of the two Bad Mice. But they were not so very, very naughty" | Beatrix Potter | ||
| 31ad647 | everything he broke. He found a crooked sixpence under the hearth-rug; and upon Christmas Eve he and Hunca Munca stuffed it into one | Beatrix Potter | ||
| 19c09b6 | dressed like a policeman!" BUT the nurse said: "I will set a mouse-trap!" SO that is the story of the two Bad Mice. But they were not so very, very naughty after all, because Tom Thumb paid for everything he broke. He found a crooked sixpence" | Beatrix Potter | ||
| b7adf77 | who | Beatrix Potter | ||
| afc38a8 | The second glimpse came through Squirrel Nutkin; through it only, though I loved all the Beatrix Potter books. But the rest of them were merely entertaining; it administered the shock, it was a trouble. It troubled me with what I can only describe as the Idea of Autumn. It sounds fantastic to say that one can be enamored of a season, but that is something like what happened; and, as before, the experience was one of intense desire. And one .. | C.S. Lewis | ||
| f4aa083 | eldritch ways, | Angela Carter | ||
| 951a8f0 | Erl-King lives | Angela Carter | ||
| 276bf65 | Morris wondered what domestic catastrophe would make a man sell even the plaster gnomes from his garden.It was a horrid piece of evidence for mutability; Mutability, goddess of the auction room, dusty-fingered Mutability, the old-age pensioner goddess. And she ruled over the casserole containing the half-empty packet of sugar no one would ever finish, now; and the dropsical white tea-pot with the brown tidemark left in by years of the-makin.. | Angela Carter | ||
| 989b93d | A book is simply the container of an idea - Like a bottle, what is inside the book is what matters. -- Angela Carter A | Lisa Shea | ||
| ad3e415 | love to give someone a concussion from whacking them on the head with knowledge. | Angela Pepper | ||
| 93057fa | being able to lie was a requirement for almost any career, and not just the ones with a bad reputation. | Angela Pepper | ||
| f517761 | it turned out many interesting careers that seemed honest enough also depended heavily on the ability to at least tell white lies, or exaggerate. | Angela Pepper | ||
| d6353ea | The world is still full of friends you haven't met yet. | Angela Pepper | ||
| 4f1f9e6 | His Raskolnikov eyes, like dead coals, were altogether of too fine cast - speaking too much blighted and heroic romanticism - for a poor shivering wretch such as himself. | Angela Carter | ||
| c3b525c | When he combs his hair that is the colour of dead leaves, dead leaves fall out of it; they rustle and drift to the ground as though he were a tree and he can stand as still as a tree, when he wants the doves to flutter softly, crooning as they come, down upon his shoulders, those silly, fat, trusting woodies with the pretty wedding rings round their necks. He makes his whistles out of an elder twig and that is what he uses to call the birds.. | Angela Carter | ||
| eb2d33a | Sorridi in pubblico, piangi in pubblico, vivi in pubblico, crepa in pubblico. C'era, sui loro visi, un'emozione schietta, atipica per gli attori. Stasera erano al telegiornale. E' la cosa peggiore veder soffrire i propri figli. | carter figlie sagge wise children | Angela Carter | |
| 5f05639 | La commedia e una tragedia che capita agli altri. | carter figlie sagge wise children | Angela Carter | |
| 60e7102 | certo, una madre e sempre una madre, perche e un fatto biologico, mentre un padre e una festa mobile. | figlie sagge wise children | Angela Carter | |
| 62dc6ce | He carries on his frail shoulders a weird burden of fear; he is cast in the role of the corpse-eater, the body-snatcher who invades the last privacies of the dead. He is white as leprosy, with scrabbling fingernails, and nothing deters him. If you stuff a corpse with garlic, why, he only slavers at the treat: cadavre provencale. He will use the holy cross as a scratching post and crouch above the font to thirstily lap up holy water. | Angela Carter | ||
| 3fc63fd | Bu tatli seste sanki tekinsiz olan bir sey varmis, ya bu sesin sahibi buyucuymus ya da bir buyunun etkisindeymis gibi geldi odadakilere. Ucu de tuylerinin diken diken oldugunu hissettiler. [sf 184] | sirk-geceleri novel | Angela Carter | |
| bc68e48 | Palyaco maskesinin altinda yatan o yuz, uzun yillar once tanisip sevilmis, sonra da kaybedilmis, simdi de yeniden bulunmus bir sevgilinin yuzu. Onunla daha once hc karsilasmamis olmama, bana tumuyle yabanci bir yuz olmasina karsin, gorup tanimamdan bile once vurgun oldugum bir yuz bu. [sf 288] | sirk-geceleri novel | Angela Carter | |
| 8a7ba22 | The world exists only as a medium in which we execute our desires. Physically, the world itself, the actual world - the real world, if you like - is formed of malleable clay; its metaphysical structures is just as malleable. | Angela Carter | ||
| f8a925d | The crime rates would go right down, I think, if Americans stopped saying: 'Have a nice day,' to one another. At least it would stop me from contemplating violence; when people in shops & so on order me to have a nice day in this authoritarian way, I want to kill, kill, kill. When I mutter 'sod off' under my breath, they think it is a Russian Orthodox benediction. | society politeness | Susannah Clapp | |
| 506f02c | From beggar to thief is one step, but a step in two directions at the same time, for what a beggar loses in morality when he becomes a thief he regains in self-respect. | Angela Carter | ||
| 542dec5 | Angela Carter who started bringing me back to fairy tales. Her revisionist stories, in The Bloody Chamber (1979), | Samantha Ellis | ||
| 6870a6f | In a state of mental tumult, conflict and disorientation, he wanders the freezing city night, now gazing at the ice thickening on the dark waters of the Neva, now peering at the great horseman on his plinth with a vague terror, as though the horseman were not the effigy of the city's founder but the herald of four yet more mythic horsemen who are, indeed, on their way to confound Petersburg forever, though they won't arrive yet, not quite y.. | Angela Carter | ||
| ac10e76 | There Peter sat in the new sunlight, plaiting the straw for baskets, until he saw the thing he had been taught most to fear advancing silently along the lea of an outcrop of rock. | literature fiction peter-and-the-wolf saints-and-strangers gothic | Angela Carter | |
| f9d47df | It doesn't matter if what happens next spoils everything; the anticipation itself is always pure. | Angela Carter | ||
| 92d0bf0 | Clive Barker, Stephen King, Angela Carter, and Anne Rice. King's Cujo, the story of a rabid St. Bernard that traps a mother and her dying son in a car, and Rice's Interview with the Vampire, the wildly popular tale of a modern-day Dracula, epitomize the genre. | Jessica Lourey | ||
| 5790d4e | Liubovta e nespirno p'teshestvie, koeto ne preminava prez prostranstvoto, bezkraino treperlivo dvizhenie, koeto ostava nepodvizhno. Liubovta sama si s'zdava naprezhenie, koeto v'zpira vseki napred'k na vremeto. Liubovta ima niakoi cherti s vechnata regresiia, t'i kato tazi razmiana na otrazheniia ne mozhe da b'de nito izcherpana, nito unishchozhena, no liubovta ne e regresiia. Tia e prava, lishena ot prod'lzhitelnost i mestopolozhenie progr.. | Angela Carter | ||
| 041c37f | Que yo y otras muchas mujeres vayamos buscando heroinas de cuento de hadas en los libros es otra version del mismo proceso: deseo validar mi reivindicacion a poseer una parte equitativa del futuro, y expreso para ello la exigencia de que me concedan la parte del pasado que me corresponde. | women-s-rights | Angela Carter | |
| 619c581 | he had examined the world by the light of the intellect alone and had seen a totally different construction from that which the senses see by the light of reason. | reason senses | Angela Carter | |
| a65576b | They put away their books was only poor girls earning a living, for, though some of the customers would swear that whores do it for pleasure, that is only to ease their own consciences, so that they will feel less foolish when they fork out hard cash for pleasure | Angela Carter | ||
| 5b62f7e | What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different! | Angela Carter | ||
| f9e528c | I raised you up to fly to the heavens, not to brood over a clutch of eggs! | Angela Carter | ||
| 7249d76 | Destruction is only another aspect of being. | Angela Carter | ||
| 2c410b6 | The demands of ritual are always stronger than those of reason. | Angela Carter | ||
| 852429a | Buzz crouched between her feet and scrutinised as much as he could see of her perilous interior to find out if all was in order and there were no concealed fangs or guillotines inside her to ruin him. | guillotine interior perilous | Angela Carter | |
| ac3ad4d | By the end of the affair, she had acquired so much miserable information about men and women she almost decided to give up relationships for good. | men relationships women | Angela Carter | |
| 6492de5 | NU S-AR FI ASTEPTAT CA SUFLETUL LUI SA CUNOASCA ASTFEL DE TRAIRI. [...] MELANIE SE SIMTEA USOR VINOVATA CA NU-I PUTEA IMPARTASI SENTIMENTELE CU ACEEASI INTENSITATE. | Angela Carter | ||
| ce7ada1 | There were scarcely any of those little, what you might call personal touches to his personality, as if his habit of suspending belief extended even unto his own being. I say he had a propensity for 'finding himself in the right place at the right time'; yet it was almost as if he himself were an objet trouve, for subjectively, himself he never found, since it was not his self which he sought. He would have called himself a 'man of action'... | Angela Carter | ||
| 5224a05 | They rolled all over the pastel crayons scattered on the sheets so her back was variegated with patches and blotches all the colours of the rainbow and Lee was also marked everywhere with brilliant dusts, both here and there also darkly spotted with blood, each a canvas involuntarily patterned by those workings of random chance so much prized by the surrealists. | Angela Carter |