Porsha

“This is a serious allegation, they remind her, as if it’s the allegation that’s the problem. She is told all the things she shouldn’t have done: she shouldn’t have waited so long before going to the police. She shouldn’t have got rid of the clothes she was wearing. Shouldn’t have showered. Shouldn’t have drunk alcohol. Shouldn’t have put herself in that situation. Shouldn’t have gone into the room, up the stairs, given him the impression. If only she hadn’t existed, then none of this would have happened, why didn’t she think of that?”
― Fredrik Backman, Beartown

“I shouldn’t have trusted you.” His voice broke. “You lied to me. My nightmares were right!”
― Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians: Books I-III

“I am the person I am because of the books I have read.”
― Libby Page, This Book Made Me Think of You

“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