Summer: I woke up one morning and I just knew.
Tom: Knew what?
Summer: What I was never sure of with you.
- 500 days of summer
"I don’t let anyone touch me,” I finally said. “Why not?” Why not? Because I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey. Men who didn’t come to the emergency room with you, men who left on Christmas Eve. Men who slammed the security gates, who made you love them then changed their minds. Forests of boys, their ragged shrubs full of eyes following you, grabbing your breasts, waving their money, eyes already knocking you down, taking what they felt was theirs. It was a play and I knew how it ended, I didn’t want to audition for any of the roles. It was no game, no casual thrill. It was three-bullet Russian roulette."
Janet Fitch (White Oleander)'