Reservoir Bitches Quotes

“México es un monstruo enorme que devora a las mujeres. México es un desierto hecho de polvo de huesos. México es un cementerio de cruces rosas. México es un país que odia a las mujeres.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Perras de reserva

“Lo que empieza recio, recio se termina.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Perras de reserva

“Life’s a bitch. That’s why you gotta rattle her cage, even if she’s foaming at the mouth.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“I came looking for live music to dance to but, just my luck, what I found instead was this brutal desert that devours women, carves them up, disappears them, swallows them whole. See nothing, say nothing. But you can’t pull the wool over my eyes.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“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

“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

“The body had been impaled and mutilated. Stabbed. Assaulted and found partially unclothed. The body of a woman was found with a gunshot wound to the face. A group of children in Ecatepec discovered the body of a young woman that showed signs of torture, though none of her wounds was fatal. The body of a woman approximately nineteen years old with facial bruising and a bullet wound to the head. The unidentified victim was found facedown in jeans, sneakers, and a white shirt. A sixteen-year-old girl was beaten and tortured with hydrochloric acid before being burned alive. According to early forensic reports, her corpse showed signs of having been buried alive.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches: Stories

“Mexico is a monster that devours women. Mexico is a desert of pulverized bone. Mexico is a graveyard full of pink crosses. Mexico is a country that hates women.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches: Stories

“Essere donna è uno stato d'emergenza.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“Even if only part of your ashes are under my bed - your greddy mother wouldn’t give them all to me - the way I see it, your bones have been gathered. I hope someday I get to hear you howling in the night.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“Cities covered in pink crosses. Cities covered with posters of missing women. Deserts of bone. Lakes that swallow women whole. Dead women emerging from the rivers, from the sewers, from the sands of the desert. [...]
Disposable women. Decapitated women. Strangled women. Dismembered women. Raped women.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“Mexico is a monster that devours women. Mexico is a desert of pulverized bone. Mexico is a greveyard of pulverized bone. Mexico is a graveyard full of pink crosses.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“How can you prove misogyny in court if the murderer says he loved her?”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“We brujas don’t put hexes on each other.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“Was I asking for it? I spent a whole week cheating death while dancing cumbia. Mijo, please.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“I called an ambulance and, after the mandatory autopsy, had him cremated. I did this so there would be no body to rise among the dead on Judgement Day.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“In my prayers, I only ever asked for one thing: to be a widow.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“I never aspired to hold power, only to sit beside it. But when someone offers it to you, the temptation is hard to resist.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“Turns out my new best friend was a stone-cold killer who could sever heads with a fucking chainsaw, then wash her hands and sit down to a nice plate of carne asada.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“My memories of him are of a father teaching his little girl to ride, shoot a gun, dance horses, and stuff like that. He’s loving and a good husband. Sure, he’s also a business man who defends his plazza by decapitating rivals and shooting down choppers.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“My boyfriend is amazing. The only thing he never gave me was the thing I wanted the most: the head of the bastard that killed my best friend.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“How can you prove misogyny in court if the murderer says he loved her? Love is misogynist.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches: Stories

“Life's a bitch. That's why you gotta rattle her cage, even if she's foaming at the mouth.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“The usual fare round here is sirens and police, who only show their faces to cart off dead bodies.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“I wanted to see the world, buy something to listen to music on. To dance, have a little fun.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“No one is ever ready for the death of someone they love. But this wasn’t death. It was theft.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“it’s helped to have someone who depends on me, someone who needs me to come home. It keeps me alive, away from temptation and ruin.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches

“But when hunger gnawed at our insides and despair settled between my shoulders, I finally worked up the nerve to grab my brother’s knife, sharpen the blade, and hit the street.”
― Dahlia de la Cerda, Reservoir Bitches: Stories