If you get through this night, you are promised to survive all the days ahead.

Victims are often, automatically, accused of lying. But when a perpetrator is exposed of lying, the stigma doesn't stick. Why is it that we're wary of victims making false accusations, but rarely consider how many men have blatantly lied about, downplayed, or manipulated others to cover their own actons?

I am a victim, I have no qualms with this word, only with the idea that it is all that I am.

Oh but his reputation! That’s really where he suffers. My advice is, if he’s worried about his reputation, don’t rape anyone.

This book does not have a happy ending. The happy part is there is no ending, because I’ll always find a way to keep going.

In the past year, snow had fallen and melted, my hair had been cut and grown, the world kept moving, and I could've continued to move on with it, yet I had returned. What did it mean, that I kept finding myself in this tiny room, abandoning an orderly life to keep fighting. Didn't this count for something?

We act as if there is a single traffic light, red or green. But sex is a road lined with intersections, which way to go, when to slow down, to yield, to stop, to speed up.

The slivers we show, the mountains we hide.

If punishment is based on potential, privileged people will be given lighter sentences.