لينا وحش

“Wherein does a woman’s honour reside, old chap? In her vagina or in her spirit?”
― Angela Carter, Nights at the Circus

“Those were her best days, although there was always something feckless about her, something so slack and almost fearful in her too frequent smile, so that when you saw Mignon being happy, you always thought: "It can't last." She had the febrile gaiety of a being without a past, without a present, yet she existed thus, without memory or history, only because her past was too bleak to think of and her future too terrible to contemplate; she was the broken blossom of the present tense.”
― Angela Carter, Nights at the Circus

“She looks wonderful, but she doesn't look right.”
― Angela Carter, Nights at the Circus

“Because you believed I was capable of behaving decently, I did.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Devil and Miss Prym