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“If #MeToo has made men feel vulnerable, panicked, unsure, and fearful as a result of women finally, collectively, saying "Enough!" so be it. If they wonder how their every word and action will be judged and used against them, Welcome to our world. If they feel that everything they do will reflect on other men and be misrepresented and misunderstood, take a seat. You are now honorary women.”
― Soraya Chemaly, Rage Becomes Her: The Power of Women's Anger

“She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city. (by Roman Payne, from “The Wanderess.â€�

How this quote became so popular, I have no idea. I wrote it about one woman: The heroine of “The Wanderess,� Saskia; yet I wrote these lines to describe Saskia at her best—praising the qualities of a heroine that all women should strive to have, or keep if they have them. I wrote these lines to make Saskia be like a statue of Psyche or Demeter. The masculine sculptor doesn’t see rock when he carves Aphrodite. He sees before him the carving of the perfect feminine creature.

I was creating my ‘perfect feminine creature� when I wrote about Saskia. She is completely wild and fearless in her dramatic performance of life. She knows that she may only have one life to live and that most people in her society wish to see her fail in her dream of living a fulfilled life. For if a woman acts and lives exactly as society wants her to live, she will never be truly happy, never fulfilled. For societies do not want girls and women to wander.

I am surprised that this quote became so famous, since I didn’t spend more than a few seconds writing it. It was written merely as three sentences in a novel. I didn’t write it to be a solitary poem. This quote that touches so many people is no more than an arrangement of twenty-four words in a book of three-hundred pages.
What touches me the most is when fans send me photos of tattoos they’ve had done of this quote—either a few words from it or the whole quote. The fact that these wonderful souls are willing to guard words that I’ve written on their precious skin for the rest of their lives makes me feel that what I am writing is worth something and not nothing. When I get depressed and feel the despair that haunts me from time to time, and cripples me, I look at these photos of these tattoos, and it helps me to think that what I am doing is important to some people, and it helps me to start writing again.
Am I a masculine version of the wanderess in this quote? Of course I am! I am wild and fearless, I am a wanderer who belongs to no city and to nobody; I am a drop of free water. I am—to cite one of my other quotes—“free as a bird. King of the world and laughing!”
― Roman Payne, The Wanderess

“the person who did this to you is broken. Not you.
The person who did this to you is out there,
choking on the glass of his chest.
It is a windshield
and his heartbeat is a baseball bat:
regret this, regret this.

Nothing was stolen from you.
Your body is not a hand-me-down.
There is nothing that sits inside you holding your worth,
no locket that can be seen or touched,
fucked from your stomach to be left on concrete.”
― Sierra DeMulder, The Bones Below

“One of the most astounding and telling features of the Women's March and the #MeToo movement is that they both illustrate how many angry women it takes to generate public response.”
― Soraya Chemaly, Rage Becomes Her: The Power of Women's Anger

“It’s one thing to deconstruct and analyze and condemn the institutions of patriarchy and their flaws.

It’s another one to feel their bruises on your skin, and their grasping hands pulling your hair and covering your mouth as you scream.”
― Alice Minium

“The worst part is that I want to turn this into a parable. I want to echo a rallying cry of inspiration that sings, Women, we are not alone; Women, these men do not defeat us; Women, these men do not define us; Women, I feel what you feel; Women, we, together, are strong, and for all the loud voices that said no or that didn’t have the freedom to but who still said 'please stop' or 'not right now' or 'I don’t know' or 'I don’t like that' which are all the same goddamn thing, to all the women who said no, you are not to blame for his hard, hungry hands, whether they came at you like raging fists or whether they gripped your face softly, at first, smiling at it and inviting you into the night, only later for you to meet the fingernails and full-weighted back of his hand to keep you there and press you down; to all the women who said no, you are not to blame; to all the women who feel ashamed, you are still the goddess and his hungry hands could not defile you more than mortals could defile a god; to all the women who feel sorry, you did not sin; to all the women who feel angry, I share your rage; to all the women who are too tired to feel rage, to all the women who feel empty, who feel blank, who feel Nothing, who feel small, I feel that most of all, too.”
― Alice Minium

“The worst part is that I want to turn this into a parable.

I want to echo a rallying cry of inspiration that sings,
Women, we are not alone; Women, these men do not defeat us; Women, these men do not define us; Women, I feel what you feel; Women, we, together, are strong,

and for all the loud voices that said no or that didn’t have the freedom to but who still said 'please stop' or 'not right now' or 'I don’t know' or 'I don’t like that' which are all the same goddamn thing,

to all the women who said no,
you are not to blame for his hard, hungry hands,
whether they came at you like raging fists or whether they gripped your face softly, at first,
smiling at it and inviting you into the night,
only later for you to meet the fingernails and full-weighted back of his hand to keep you there and press you down;

to all the women who said no, you are not to blame;

to all the women who feel ashamed, you are still the goddess and his hungry hands could not defile you more than mortals could defile a god;

to all the women who feel sorry, you did not sin;

to all the women who feel angry, I share your rage;

to all the women who are too tired to feel rage, to all the women who feel empty, who feel blank, who feel Nothing, who feel small, I feel that most of all, too.”
― Alice Minium

“It is my life and my body and I can’t stand the thought of going out into the world and being terrified by it all, all of the time because I am Danny. I am. And I don’t want to be. I don’t want to feel afraid. All I kept thinking about was Jessica Harmon thrown into that canal and all those other women on the tv, in newspapers found naked covered in mud, covered in blood - blue - twisted -found in the woods, found in ditches, never found. Sometimes I can’t stop thinking about them. Sometimes I can’t stop thinking about how I’m turning into one of them. I’m older now and soon my body will be like theirs. I didn’t want to end up in a ditch.”
― Fiona Mozley, Elmet

“His comments are not compliments, or even propositions.
They are declarations of ownership. They are threats.
They are the intrusive thumb of male privilege and patriarchal violence, reminding me of my place as I move around within public space.

They are the put-down, the screw-you, the worthless-slur, the great derision that is a constant, omnipresent reminder that society allows male sexual violence to function commonly as a social norm.

It is the constant reminder that I should always be scared.

That I am never safe.

That someone always wants to hurt me, and that society will always, always turn its face the other way, as seen by the normalcy with which men can publicly deride me with confidence and gusto in their threats.”
― Alice Minium

“Every time a dog humps your leg, you're being raped. #metoo”
― Oliver Markus Malloy, Inside The Mind of an Introvert: Comics, Deep Thoughts and Quotable Quotes

“I know. But it’s got to be this way, that she isn’t sure, so people looking at it a long time from now, women and men too, might feel badly, might even weep that at some ignorant time there was once a woman raped who was pressured, even expected, to kill herself.”
― Susan Vreeland, The Passion of Artemisia

“All women are my sisters.”
― Abhijit Naskar

“I want to write a thinkpiece about what you did to me. I want to write a critical analysis about the way you put your hands to my throat, the way you threw me against the partition wall. I want to extract a dose of worldly wisdom for all women to sap the power from that pain and into abstraction so we can all live again; I want what you did to be a statistic, I want you to be a memory, I don’t want you to be those hands on my throat.”
― Alice Minium

“In 2017, after the Hollywood producer, Harvey Weinstein's sexual assault scandal went viral, the #MeToo movement grew like wildfire. It triggered my trauma. Flashbacks of horrific injustice. Old memories resurfaced.”
― Dana Arcuri, Sacred Wandering: Growing Your Faith In The Dark

“It’s long overdue that we expose this behavior and create environments where everyone feels safe and can be productive at work.”
― Mikaela Kiner, Female Firebrands: Stories and Techniques to Ignite Change, Take Control, and Succeed in the Workplace

“Zouden vrouwelijke hondjes met een menselijke stem kunnen spreken, dan zou de #metoo tsunami op een onbeduidend golfje lijken. Om niet van poezen te spreken, katers zijn eigenlijk nog veel erger dan mannenhonden. We mogen van geluk spreken dat al deze dieren geen stem hebben, de ellende zou niet te overzien zijn. En ik zie veel beschimping in het verschiet, veel soortelijk racisme, ik weet zeker dat al die ontstemde poezen zouden neerkijken op menselijke vrouwen, zo van is dat alles, jullie zijn gezegend met die lauwe homosapiensmannen. En natuurlijk komen er ogenblikkelijk allerlei mensen die gaan roepen dat de mens geen dier is en een verlicht specimen, en dat hondjes gecastreerd mogen worden bij seksueel wangedrag maar als je dat bij een mensenman doet ben je een barbaar. Nee, we mogen van geluk spreken dat wij het enige dier zijn dat mens spreekt. De wereld zou onleefbaar worden als mededieren onze taal leerden.”
― Martijn Benders

“Ik probeer me wel eens in te beelden dat ik directeur ben van bijvoorbeeld een internationaal poëziefestival. En dat ik dan snoepreisjes ga maken met jonge dichteressen naar Mongolië, en dan samen met zon dichteresje een bundel schrijf en haar aandoenlijke ansichtkaartjes stuur welk ik dan trots op facebook post. En dat dan zo'n #metoo rage uitbreekt en ik een jonge redacteur die wat teveel blowt publiekelijk aan de schandpaal genageld zie worden. O nee wacht, dat probeer ik me juist niet in te beelden. Net zo min als ik me de dikke directeur van het Stedelijk in wens te beelden, al schilderijtjes schilderend met jonge kunstenaresjes. Zo ben ik nu eenmaal, niet erg gesteld op al te lokale fantasietjes. Ook de krijgsheer in Afghanistan zou me niet in zulke mate weten boeien dat ik mijn fantasie erop wil zetten, u mag hierin een zekere wereldvreemdheid zien, maar ik zie het zelf gewoon liever als een verlangen naar het grotere verhaal.
Zou echter die directeur kunstlessen beginnen geven, waarbij de amateurs door kunstenaars worden geïnstrueerd en hijzelf de meestercursus verzorgt, nee, nee, zelfs dan ga ik mijn mond houden. Loopt u vooral door, de stroopwafels liggen links, Jan Wolkers rechts. Ik hef als geen ander het Wilhelmus aan. Dat de koning van Spanje erende Duits bloed, hoe makkelijk verwar je het op den duur met de passie der geuzen.”
― Martijn Benders

“Anywhere can be dangerous. Get yourself a vagina for a day, B, and then we can talk.”
― Brendan Lawley, Bonesland

“Where women are respected, there flourishes civilization.”
― Abhijit Naskar, The Constitution of The United Peoples of Earth

“Deconstructed, I find its bits and pieces everywhere around me in the architecture of my social world.

I find components of its violence in the sexism of your comments.

I find it in the way you touch me without asking.

I find it in the way you call that girl a whore.

I find its bits and pieces of violence, the building blocks of sexual assault, in the psyches and vocabularies of my boyfriend, my professors, and my friends.”
― Alice Minium

“Deconstructed, I find its bits and pieces everywhere around me in the architecture of my social world.

I find components of its violence in the sexism of your comments. I find it in the way you touch me without asking. I find it in the way you call that girl a whore.

I find its bits and pieces of violence, the building blocks of sexual assault, in the psyches and vocabularies of my boyfriend, my professors, and my friends.”
― Alice Minium

“For it is the silent men, far more than the loud mouthy men on Warwick Boulevard, who make this possible. It is the silent men at 711, the silent men at the YMCA, the silent men next to us in cars, the silent men lying next to us in our bedrooms, the silent men we call our best friends, our boyfriends, and our fathers.

It is the silent men, not the loud ones- who permit foulmouthed men to chew me up and spit me out as I walk down the street.

It is the silent men who could have stopped this, but who didn’t care to, because they were busy.

It is the silent men who said 'Yes' to violence, and who, in their complicit silence, insisted that my world would be impenetrably loud.”
― Alice Minium

“The #MeToo movement has done an excellent job of highlighting workplace harassment of females. It is now time to expand it to represent the unwarranted workplace harassment of workers by the opposite gender.”
― Steven Magee

“From THE SPEED OF LIFE, Part III, Chapter "Running on empty."
I put the Jeep in park and felt that odd sensation that comes over me when stuck in traffic. Instead of speeding along on its way to wherever it needs to be, my body â€� the heart pumping blood, the muscles in my shoulders contracting, the side of my head throbbing â€� sits there: a time-bomb of expectation. I wasn’t where I wanted to be. I wasn’t where I was. I was nowhere.”
― James Victor Jordan, The Speed of Life: An Illustrated Novel

“Ahhh! Privacy! Did the self-inscriber intend to write for future readership? Some diarists I include in my book appear to â€� one even writing an entry to the future.

In "The Power of Diaries: Interview with Jane Perry, Author of White Snake Diary" from Paula Whitacre Blog, February 20, 2020: a palindrome!”
― Jane P. Perry

“Violence against women is a pivot for the intersecting systems of heteropatriarchy, racial capitalism and colonialism. It results from the tussle for material and emotional resources, between commodity production and the reproduction of human life.”
― Alison Phipps, Me, Not You: The Trouble with Mainstream Feminism

“White feminist narcissism has no truck with the idea that we are anything but victims.”
― Alison Phipps, Me, Not You: The Trouble with Mainstream Feminism

“Political whiteness is the systematic privileging of bourgeois white women’s wounds at the expense of others. Its obsession with threat is both sexualised and racialised, because of the role of colonialism in co-constructing race and sexuality.”
― Alison Phipps, Me, Not You: The Trouble with Mainstream Feminism