Angela Carter Wolf Quotes & Sayings

She goes out at night more often now; the landscape assembles itself about her, she informs it with her presence. She is its significance. — Angela Carter

Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves. — Angela Carter

See! sweet and sound she sleeps in granny's bed, between the paws of the tender wolf. — Angela Carter

At length the grandeur of the mountains becomes monotonous; with familiarity, the landscape ceases to provoke awe and wonder and the traveller sees the alps with the indifferent eye of those who always live there. — Angela Carter

Before he can become a wolf, the lycanthrope strips naked. If you spy a naked man among the pines, you must run as if the Devil were after you. — Angela Carter

One beast and only one howls in the woods by night. — Angela Carter

They say there's an ointment the Devil gives you that turns you into a wolf the minute you rub it on. — Angela Carter

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. — Angela Carter

Every wolf in the world now howled a prothalamion outside the window as she freely gave him the kiss she owed him.
What big teeth you have!
She saw how his jaw began to slaver and the room was full of the clamour of the forest's Liebestod but the wise child never flinched, even as he answered: All the better to eat you with.
The girl burst out laughing; she knew she was nobody's meat. — Angela Carter

Spilt, glistering milk of moonlight on the frost-crisped grass; on such a night, in moony, metamorphic weather, they say you might easily find him, if you had been foolish enough to venture out late, scuttling along by the churchyard wall with half a juicy torso slung across his back. The white light scours the fields and scours them again until everything gleams and he will leave paw-prints in the hoar-frost when he runs howling round the graves at night in his lupine fiestas. — Angela Carter

The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he's as cunning as he is ferocious; once he's had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do. — Angela Carter