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“I fail to understand why men think violence will intimidate women. Women, who bleed all over themselves every month, who rub blood clots between their fingers and burst them like insects, and sometimes can't because they're not blood clots, they're tongue-coloured strings of meat from the womb. Women who burst open in childbirth, vagina splitting and anus sagging, tiny, hardening fingernails clawing inside of them, placentas like thick filet mignon.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“As long as she actively imagined the scenario, it would not come to pass. This was a little game she often played with herself. If she wondered whether an outfit would be her last, it wouldn't be. If she pictured herself dying today, she wouldn't. It was a silly superstition, but really what were the odds that something terrible would happen when you expected it to? Very low indeed. Nobody ever said, “My wife died today, as expected," or "I was in a terrible accident, as I predicted.”
― Virginia Feito, Mrs. March