Virginia Feito > Quotes

“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

“Inside me, my Darkness rests within my rib-cage, a jailed animal grown lazy from lack of exercise. I have not felt my soul for a very long time. It may have slipped out, unbeknownst to me. I've seen other lose their shame of dignity in this way.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“So much of one evaporates through the years, she mused.”
― Virginia Feito, Mrs. March

“It fascinates me, the fact that human have the capacity to mortally wound one another at will, but for the most part, choose not to.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“When faced with the inexplicable, humans will find ways of explaining most horrors away.”
― 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

“The shade is "Mummy Brown." If mummified Egyptians had known they were fated to be pulverized to produce an umber for such a mediocre painter, they surely would have chosen other burial options.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“Satisfied that there are no monsters but the ones I carry inside me.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“It is early fall, the cold is beginning to descend, and in three months everyone in this house will be dead.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“Women! Theatrical bitches.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“Her left eye wanders, and I wish I were possessed of a compass to determine to which cardinal direction the eye points most often.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“Leaves are strewn across the grounds in hues of bile and blood.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“She is now of an age when she risks her fertility from the ravages of overeducation. Says so in the Times.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“At eight thirty sharp breakfast is removed, as is my will to live.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“Within the locker is a chalk-and-crayon likeness of the lecherous painter, most likely of his own creation, for it is substandard.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“After all, how many coincidences can one women overlook?”
― Virginia Feito, Mrs. March

“The window is so clean I think it is open when I attempt to throw one of the children out of it. The toddler slams against the glass and falls to the floor with a thud.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“Not one of them tries to stop us. If three or four of them had the sense to join up, they could easily overpower us both. If most of them hadn't been bred in captivity, force-fed a lifetime of politeness, kneading their spirits into compliance as callused fingers shape clay, they might have realized that.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“Observing my clean, respectable image in the glass I open my mouth wide in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the Darkness within me, to spy it peeking out of me, slick and muscular and toothed, like a lamprey swallowed whole.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“Guilt was for the brave. Denial was for the rest.”
― Virginia Feito, Mrs. March

“Drusilla’s education shall be less rigorous, of course,’ says Mr Pounds. ‘She is now of an age when she risks her fertility from the ravages of overeducation. Says so in the Times.’ I interpret this to mean Drusilla will be doing much ornamental needlework.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“I wonder if this blackness isn't in fact the real world, and the true blindfold is that other world of color we are accustomed to.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“I want to know where I stand with Johanna."
"Where you stand..? She's a fictional character!"
"Then why does it feel like she exists and I don't?”
― Virginia Feito, Mrs. March

“I think, They won't like me. I think, They must like me. I think, They will remember me.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“Mr Pounds squints at me through the distance. ‘Your skull looks to be promising, Miss Notty. The forehead is broad, surely housing prominent organs of Benevolence.’ I nod solemnly. ‘Untold benevolences, indeed.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“But she's a horrible woman," she said. "She's ugly and stupid and everything I would never want to be.”
― Virginia Feito, Mrs. March

“how anxious the party made her, how it took up all the space in her thoughts and relegated all other priorities to the background”
― Virginia Feito, Mrs. March

“Although, really, what was wrong with lamps?”
― Virginia Feito, Mrs. March

“anger lidding her eyes and thinning her mouth. She is looking positively miserable these days. The lines on her sallow forehead seem to be mating to beget more lines. Her chin sags like a turkey’s wattle.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho

“The shade is ‘Mummy Brown’. If mummified Egyptians had known they were fated to be pulverized to produce an umber for such a mediocre painter, they surely would have chosen other burial options.”
― Virginia Feito, Victorian Psycho