We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity. - Angela Carter

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This is one of his most human and most amusing and witty novels. The characters are very Indian. I decided that I wanted to do a comedy, so this was just the right one.

Angela Carter

We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity.

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What would the daughters of the rich do with themselves if the poor ceased to exist?

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Not for Moorcock the painful, infrequent excretion of dry little novels like so many rabbit pellets; his is the grand, messy fluxitself, in all its heroic vulgarity, its unquenchable optimism, its enthusiasm for the inexhaustible variousness of things.

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Reading a book is like re-writing it for yourself.

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It shone on everyone, whether they had a contract or not. The most democratic thing I'd ever seen, that California sunshine.

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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.

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