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  • #1
    Emilie Autumn
    “And, what's more, this 'precious' body, the very same that is hooted and honked at, demeaned both in daily life as well as in ever existing form of media, harrassed, molested, raped, and, if all that wasn't enough, is forever poked and prodded and weighed and constantly wrong for eating too much, eating too little, a million details which all point to the solitary girl, to EVERY solitary girl, and say: Destroy yourself.”
    Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls


  • #2
    Tupac Shakur
    “Since we all came from a women, got our name from a women, and our game from a women. I wonder why we take from women, why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think its time we killed for our women, be real to our women, try to heal our women, cus if we dont we'll have a race of babies that will hate the ladies, who make the babies. And since a man can't make one he has no right to tell a women when and where to create one”
    Tupac Shakur


  • #3
    Emilie Autumn
    “I can explain myself: If you want to be safe, walk in the middle of the street. I’m not joking. You’ve been told to look both ways before crossing the street, and the sidewalk is your friend, right? Wrong. I’ve spent years walking sidewalks at night. I’ve looked around me when it was dark, when there were men following me, creeping out of alleyways, attempting to goad me into speaking to them and shouting obscenities at me when I wouldn’t, and I suddenly realised that the only place left to go was the middle of street. But why would I risk it? Because the odds are in my favour. In the States, someone is killed in a car accident on average every 12.5 minutes, while someone is raped on average every 2.5 minutes. Even when factoring in that, one, I am generously including ALL car-related accidents and not just those involving accidents, and two, that the vast majorities of rapes still go unreported […] And, thus, this is now the way I live my life: out in the open, in the middle of everything, because the middle of the street is actually the safest place to walk.”
    Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls
    tags: rape


  • #4
    Carl Sagan
    “An extraterrestrial being, newly arrived on Earth - scrutinizing what we mainly present to our children in television, radio, movies, newspapers, magazines, the comics, and many books - might easily conclude that we are intent on teaching them murder, rape, cruelty, superstition, credulity, and consumerism. We keep at it, and through constant repetition many of them finally get it.”
    Carl Sagan


  • #5
    Laurie Halse Anderson
    “I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too?”
    Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak


  • #6
    Courtney Summers
    “Imagine 4 years.
    Four years, two suicides, one death, one rape, two pregnancies (one abortion), three overdoses, countless drunken antics, pantsings, spilled food, theft, fights, broken limbs, turf wars–every day, a turf war–six months until graduation and no one gets a medal when they get out. But everything you do here counts.

    High school.”
    Courtney Summers, Cracked Up to Be


  • #7
    Mark Z. Danielewski
    “We're the unmended, the untended,
    cold soldiers of the shoe. We're the neglected,
    the never resurrected, agonies of the few.
    We're the once kissed, unmissed and always
    refused. Because we're the unfinished
    and feared and we're never pursued.

    And just that easily, on my behalf,
    I come around. Because I'm burning.
    The beast of War feeds only on the meats of War.
    And now I'm for carnage.
    Here's how my anguish frees.
    Destroy everyone of course. Because I'm unwanted
    and unsafe. And I'll take tears away with torments and rape,
    killings and fears not even the dead will escape.
    Encircling the Guilty, Ashamed, Blameless and
    Enslaved. Absolved. Butchering their prejudice.

    Patience. Their Value. Because I'm without value.
    I'm the coming of every holocaust. Turning no lost.
    Rending tissue, sinew and bone. Excepting no suffering.
    By me all levees will break. All silos heave.
    I will walk heavy.
    And I will walk strange.

    Because I am too soon.
    Because without Her, I am only revolutions
    Of ruin.

    Because I am too soon.
    Because without You, I am only revolutions
    Of ruin.

    I'm the prophecy prophecies pass.
    Why need dies at last.
    How oceans dry. Islands drown.
    And skies of salt crash to the ground.
    I turn the powerful. Defy the weak.
    Only grass grows down abandoned streets.

    For a greater economy shall follow Us
    and it will be undone.
    And a greater autonomy shall follow Us
    and it too will be undone.
    And a greater feeling shall follow Love
    and it too we will blow to dust.
    For I am longings without trust. The cycloidal haste
    freedom from Hailey forever wastes.
    Dust cares for only dust.
    And time only for Us.

    Because I am too soon.
    Because without Her, I am only revolutions
    Of ruin.

    Because I am too soon.
    Because without You, I am only revolutions
    Of ruin.

    We are always sixteen...”
    Mark Z. Danielewski, Only Revolutions


  • #8
    Pat Conroy
    “Rape is a crime against sleep and memory; it's afterimage imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscura of dreams.”
    Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides


  • #9
    Daphne Gottlieb
    “come back so i can say yes this time do it again now that i know what to call what you did

    this time i'll be ready i like it rough now and i'm done with romance i never met another man who loved me so much at first sight he had to hurt me to do it”
    Daphne Gottlieb, Why Things Burn


  • #10
    Inga Muscio
    “when you educate yourself about clitoredectomies, infibulation, forced prostitution, rape as a war tactic, patriarchal religions, women painters, filmmakers, poets, writers, activists, politicians, sex-industry workers, historians, archelogoists and musicians, that’s self-protection.”
    Inga Muscio, Cunt: A Declaration of Independence


  • #11
    Stephen Fry
    “But you can't argue that the world isn't in an unhealthy moral state."

    "Wouldn't think of it dearest. People lie, cheat, rape, swindle, kill, maim, torture and destroy. Bad thing. People also pop into bed together and cosy up. Good thing. If we think fucking is a sign of moral decay then we're a little bit stupid-stupid, aren't we?”
    Stephen Fry, The Hippopotamus


  • #12
    Cynthia Voigt
    “She couldn’t get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn’t get away.”
    Cynthia Voigt, When She Hollers


  • #13
    Howard Swindle
    “Sex taken violently under threat is an emotional train wreck that derails not only the law but, more importantly, the sanctity of the soul. Rape strips its victim of her power to make determinations about perhaps the single most intrinsic value in her existence: the right to share intimacy. That loss of control and power of self-determination is a scar on the soul, a pox on the spirit. (58)”
    Howard Swindle, Trespasses: Portrait of a Serial Rapist


  • #14
    Sarah Dessen
    “I'd still thought that everything I thought about that night-the shame, the fear-would fade in time. But that hadn't happened. Instead, the things that I remembered, these little details, seemed to grow stronger, to the point where I could feel their weight in my chest. Nothing, however stuck with me more than the memory of stepping into that dark room and what I found there, and how the light then took that nightmare and made it real.”
    Sarah Dessen, Just Listen


  • #15
    Alice Sebold
    “Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.”
    Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones


  • #16
    Andrea Dworkin
    “I'm going to ask you to remember the prostituted, the homeless, the battered, the raped, the tortured, the murdered, the raped-then-murdered, the murdered-then-raped; and I am going to ask you to remember the photographed, the ones that any or all of the above happened to and it was photographed and now the photographs are for sale in our free countries. I want you to think about those who have been hurt for the fun, the entertainment, the so-called speech of others; those who have been hurt for profit, for the financial benefit of pimps and entrepreneurs. I want you to remember the perpetrator and I am going to ask you to remember the victims: not just tonight but tomorrow and the next day. I want you to find a way to include them -- the perpetrators and the victims -- in what you do, how you think, how you act, what you care about, what your life means to you.

    Now, I know, in this room, some of you are the women I have been talking about. I know that. People around you may not. I am going to ask you to use every single thing you can remember about what was done to you -- how it was done, where, by whom, when, and, if you know -- why -- to begin to tear male dominance to pieces, to pull it apart, to vandalize it, to destabilize it, to mess it up, to get in its way, to fuck it up. I have to ask you to resist, not to comply, to destroy the power men have over women, to refuse to accept it, to abhor it and to do whatever is necessary despite its cost to you to change it.”
    Andrea Dworkin


  • #17
    Inga Muscio
    “Any rapist would feel pretty dang upset to see his car packed full with rotting fish heads and limburger cheese...Also, if the 542 women responsible were crowded onto the street where he lived, insisting that he move himself and his stinky car to another locale.

    Nobody likes to be pelted with 2060 bloody tampons.”
    Inga Muscio, Cunt: A Declaration of Independence


  • #18
    Jack Kerouac
    “Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.”
    Jack Kerouac


  • #19
    Jack Kerouac
    “What's in store for me in the direction I don't take?”
    Jack Kerouac


  • #20
    Jack Kerouac
    “Houses are full of things that gather dust”
    Jack Kerouac


  • #21
    Jack Kerouac
    “As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.”
    Jack Kerouac


  • #22
    Jack Kerouac
    “My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road: The Original Scroll


  • #23
    Jack Kerouac
    “Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.”
    Jack Kerouac


  • #24
    Jack Kerouac
    “Finding Nirvana is like locating silence.”
    Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums


  • #25
    Jack Kerouac
    “I'm writing this book because we're all going to die.”
    Jack Kerouac


  • #26
    Jack Kerouac
    “They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road: The Original Scroll


  • #27
    Jack Kerouac
    “But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.”
    Jack Kerouac


  • #28
    Jack Kerouac
    “Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?”
    Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums


  • #29
    Jack Kerouac
    “Sal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.'
    'Where we going, man?'
    'I don't know but we gotta go.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road


  • #30
    Jack Kerouac
    “What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.
    I don't know," she said. "Just wait on tables and try to get along." She yawned. I put my hand over her mouth and told her not to yawn. I tried to tell her how excited I was about life and the things we could do together; saying that, and planning to leave Denver in two days. She turned away wearily. We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad.”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road




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