❝ I am the lady of the castle. My name is exile. My name is anguish. My name is longing. Far from the world on the windy crests of the mountain, I am kept in absolute seclusion, my time passes in an endless reverie, a perpetual swooning. I am both the Sleeping Beauty and the enchanted castle; the princess drowses in the castle of her flesh. ❞
— Vampirella (p. 9) by Angela Carter. The Curious Room: Collected Dramatic Works.
London: Chatto & Windus Limited Random House (1996). (via mirroir
❝ She stays lost in the middle of her own world somewhere. We can’t get in and she doesn’t come out. ❞