Fine art, that exists for itself alone, is art in a final state of impotence. If nobody, including the artist, acknowledges art as a means of knowing the world, then art is relegated to a kind of rumpus room of the mind . . .
Source: The Sadeian Woman, Polemical Preface, 1979.
-- Angela Carter, (May 7 1940-1992), English novelist, short-story writer; She wrote The Bloody Chamber, and Other Stories, 1979.