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“Through dreams and ideas we are seduced to go back to particular places and instances of our past. In the course of the years, these singular moments and spaces of our history very often receive then another color and dimension. Our mind tries however to tame and keep in control the phantoms of times past. If not so, our memory can be subject to an irreversible mutilation. ( "The mutilated memory" )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Why should I give up revenge? On behalf of what? Moral principles? And what of the higher order of things, in which evil deeds are punished? For you, a philosopher and ethicist, an act of revenge is bad, disgraceful, unethical and illegal. But I ask: where is the punishment for evil? Who has it and grants access? The Gods, in which you do not believe? The great demiurge-creator, which you decided to replace the gods with? Or maybe the law? [...] I know what evil is afraid of. Not your ethics, Vysogota, not your preaching or moral treaties on the life of dignity. Evil is afraid of pain, mutilation, suffering and at the end of the day, death! The dog howls when it is badly wounded! Writhing on the ground and growls, watching the blood flow from its veins and arteries, seeing the bone that sticks out from a stump, watching its guts escape its open belly, feeling the cold as death is about to take them. Then and only then will evil begin to beg, 'Have mercy! I regret my sins! I'll be good, I swear! Just save me, do not let me waste away!'. Yes, hermit. That is the way to fight evil! When evil wants to harm you, inflict pain - anticipate them, it's best if evil does not expect it. But if you fail to prevent evil, if you have been hurt by evil, then avenge him! It is best when they have already forgotten, when they feel safe. Then pay them in double. In triple. An eye for an eye? No! Both eyes for an eye! A tooth for a tooth? No! All their teeth for a tooth! Repay evil! Make it wail in pain, howling until their eyes pop from their sockets. And then, you can look under your feet and boldly declare that what is there cannot endanger anyone, cannot hurt anyone. How can someone be a danger, when they have no eyes? How can someone hurt when they have no hands? They can only wait until they bleed to death.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, Wie?a Jask¨®?ki

“In the United States, the last recorded clitoridectomy for curing masturbation was performed in 1948--on a five year old girl.”
― Eve Ensler, The Vagina Monologues

“How strange that excision ¨C female circumcision, with several languages using the same term for both kinds of mutilation ¨C of little girls should revolt the westerner but excite no disapproval when it is performed on little boys. Consensus on the point seems absolute. But ask your interlocutor to think about the validity of this surgical procedure, which consists of removing a healthy part of a nonconsenting child¡¯s body on nonmedical grounds ¨C the legal definition of¡­ mutilation.”
― Michel Onfray, Atheist Manifesto: The Case Against Christianity, Judaism, and Islam

“Your face was not carved by the Devil." The wind died all at once, the roaring shrank away, and the wolf's next words echoed overloud in the sudden silence: "IT WAS CARVED BY ME!”
― Joanna Ruth Meyer, Echo North

“Atsushi hated pain.

But pain had been an intimate part of his life for as long as he could remember. The pain of being stabbed, the pain from being punched, the pain of his hands numbing in the cold, pain inside his head, the pain of hunger¡ªsuffering clung to Atsushi like clothing, shaping him. Pain made Atsushi feel like himself. He didn¡¯t know any other way to experience this feeling.

After joining the detective agency, the nature of the pain changed, he got hurt less often, and he stopped feeling miserable. Instead, the crushing pressure of necessity tore at Atsushi¡¯s flesh. It split open his shoulder, pierced his chest, and snapped off his leg. The agony was so unbearable that it was as if he could feel his soul leaving his body, but even then, he fought through the pain because it was worth it. He knew he could stubbornly resist the pain no matter how bad it got.

There¡¯s a beast inside me, thought Atsushi. And that¡¯s not a metaphor. There¡¯s a literal beast inside me. Right now, he¡¯s howling and wildly feasting as he rampages. For some reason or another, he seems to have the power to negate wounds. Not the power to heal them or to recover but to negate. The reason he¡¯s able to do this isn¡¯t totally unrelated to my birth, probably. It¡¯s not unrelated to the suffering I¡¯ve had to bear all these years.

The beast¡ªthe tiger¡ªis a manifestation of something within me. I still don¡¯t know what that something is, but if he commands me to stand, then I can¡¯t not stand¡ªjust like if he negates my wounds, then my wounds have no choice but to disappear.”
― Kafka Asagiri, ÎĺÀ¥¹¥È¥ì¥¤¥É¥Ã¥°¥¹ 55Minutes [Bung¨­ Stray Dogs 55 Minutes]

“Since the dawn of films when young women had been tied to railroad tracks and tied to logs sent into hug sawmill blades, Hollywood ha never lacked new ways to take pretty girls apart.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, The Invention of Sound

“This isn¡¯t like the nose. That came off, like it was being picked at, pulled, tugged like taffy. This is from the inside. I can feel it when I¡¯m going to sleep. Through the optic nerves. Drinking, gently, slowly, like brandy punch through a straw.”
― Naben Ruthnum, Helpmeet