Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a deep affection for the company and camaraderie of those who are often marginalized or misunderstood.
In this quote, Angela Carter highlights a profound connection with those who may be perceived as 'outsiders' or misfits. It suggests that love can be found in the companionship of those who resonate with one's own struggles, representing a bond that transcends societal norms. The 'voices of my brothers' evoke a sense of solidarity and kinship among the misunderstood, while 'the company of wolves' symbolizes strength and loyalty within this unique group.
In practice
This quote could be used in a speech about the importance of community and embracing diversity.
She stands and moves within the invisible pentacle of her own virginity. She is an unbroken egg: she is a sealed vessel; she has inside her a magic space the entrance to which is shut tight with a plug of membrane; she is a closed system; she does not know how to shiver.
Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well-adjusted transsexual.
For most of human history, 'literature,' both fiction and poetry, has been narrated, not written β heard, not read. So fairy tales, folk tales, stories from the oral tradition, are all of them the most vital connection we have with the imaginations of the ordinary men and women whose labor created our world.
Iconic clothing has been secularized. . . . A guardsman in a dress uniform is ostensibly an icon of aggression; his coat is red as the blood he hopes to shed. Seen on a coat-hanger, with no man inside it, the uniform loses all its blustering significance and, to the innocent eye seduced by decorative colour and tactile braid, it is as abstract in symbolic information as a parasol to an Eskimo. It becomes simply magnificent.
To pin your hopes upon the future is to consign those hopes to a hypothesis, which is to say, a nothingness. Here and now is what we must contend with.
I haven't changed much, over the years. I use less adjectives, now, and have a kinder heart, perhaps.
Only through loving and supporting one another, even in the face of unbearable pain and suffering, will this cycle of violence end.
She imagined herself both queen and slave, dominatrix and victim. In her imagination she was making love with men of all skin colors--white, black, yellow--with homosexuals and beggars. She was anyone's, and anyone could do anything to her. She had one, two, three orgasms, one after another. She imagined everything she had never imagined before, and she gave herself to all that was most base and most pure.
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.
Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
Love is not a business. It's not a transaction. It's not an exchange or something you get for doing something it's not a trade. It's a gift!
But at the end, if we are brave enough to love, if we are strong enough to forgive, if we are generous enough to rejoice in another's happiness, and if we are wise enough to know that there is enough love to go around for us all, then we can achieve a fulfillment that no other living creature will ever know, we can reenter paradise.
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