Lena Lighthouse

“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

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“She was too young, too soft and new, to come to terms with these wild beings whose minds veered at crazy angles from the short, straight, smooth lines of her own experience.”
― Angela Carter, The Magic Toyshop