Quotation by Angela Carter

Piles of scrapbooks, the cuttings turned by time to the colour of the freckles on an old lady's hand. Her hand. My hand, as it is now. When you touch the old newsprint, it turns into brown dust, like the dust of bones.
Angela Carter (1940–1992), British postmodern novelist. repr. Penguin. Wise Children, ch. 2, Chatto & Windus (1991).
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