A Quote by Angela Carter

The one-eyed man will be King in the country of the blind only if he arrives there in full possession of his partial faculties--that is, providing he is perfectly aware of the precise nature of sight and does not confuse it with second sightnor with madness.
In the country of the blind the one eyed man is king.
In the country of the blind, the one-eyed king can still goof up.
In the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king.
In a blind town, the one-eyed man is king.
In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.
In the land of the blind, a one eyed man is king
Who is king in the world of the blind when there isn't even a one eyed man?
In the land of the blind the one eyed man is king. In the darkness the man with a candle is an easy target.
Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone, and the only one who seeks out another. His nature - if that word can be used in reference to man, who has ‘invented’ himself by saying ‘no’ to nature - consists in his longing to realize himself in another. Man is nostalgia and a search for communion. Therefore, when he is aware of himself he is aware of his lack of another, that is, of his solitude.
The difference between patriotism and nationalism is that the patriot is proud of his country for what it does, and the nationalist is proud of his country no matter what it does; the first attitude creates a feeling of responsibility, but the second a feeling of blind arrogance that leads to war.
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man will poke out his eye to fit in.
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man will probably end up dating the best looking blind chick.
In the kingdome of blind men the one ey'd is king. [In the kingdom of blind men the one eyed is king.]
When man deploys the arbitrary nature of his madness, he confronts the dark necessity of the world; the animal that haunts his nightmares and his nights of privation is his own nature, which will lay bare hell's pitiless truth.
There is also a third kind of madness, which is possession by the Muses, enters into a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyric... But he, who, not being inspired and having no touch of madness in his soul, comes to the door and thinks he will get into the temple by the help of art - he, I say, and his poetry are not admitted; the sane man is nowhere at all when he enters into rivalry with the madman.
The admission of one man, either hereditarily or for life only, into the place of chief of a country, is an evidence of the infirmity of man. Nature has set up no difference between a king and other men; a king, therefore, is purely the creation of our own hands.
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