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“She was killed by her boyfriend. By her husband. By her ex. By her lover. By her father. By a man. By the man who said he loved her. And then killed her. Her boyfriend murdered her and burned her body. Her boyfriend was a murderer. Her husband was a murderer. Her lover was a murderer. Love kills.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches: Stories

“When a nuclear bomb hits Washington, D.C., chaos will grip the nation. Without a functioning government, there will be no rule of law. Democracy will be replaced by anarchy. Moral constructs will disappear. Murder, mayhem, and madness will prevail. In the words of Nikita Khrushchev, “The survivors will envy the dead.”
― Annie Jacobsen, Nuclear War: A Scenario

“The victim was beaten to death in her own home by her husband, after reporting him twenty times. Twenty. Reporting abuse is your best defense. Killed in your own home. Women killed for walking the streets at night. Women killed for being whores. In your own home. Nowhere is safe. Nowhere. Being a woman means living in a state of emergency. He murdered his wife in front of their five-year-old daughter. Woman killed in a hit-and-run. Shot to death in her room. There is no room of one’s own when men think our bodies belong to them. Buried under her bathroom floor. There is no room of one’s own. Every two hours and twenty-five minutes, a woman in Mexico is strangled, raped, dismembered, burned alive, mutilated, beaten to a pulp, and left with bruises and broken bones. A woman’s body, another woman. Some woman, a nameless woman. A lifeless body was found.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches: Stories

“He puts his claw against the divider. “Fist my bump.”

“Fist-bump. It’s just ‘fist-bump.’”

“Understand.”
― Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary