J. C.

“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

“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

“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