Vivienne

“Two of us sat side by side in my head, woven together, inseparable. She didn't even have a name; she was just She. Really, it was hard to say where She ended and I began. But food was not shared with her. She did not play tag and never required a seat. She was, by her very essence, nothing like these imaginary friends. She was just there. One was not proud of her, in the same way as one is not proud of a liver, and there was no need to show her off, nor tell anyone She existed.”
― Lily Bailey, Because We Are Bad: OCD and a Girl Lost in Thought

“You can take my heart, but I can't let you take my dog.”
― Karin Slaughter

“That night I wrote in my journal: "Trees are schizophrenic now and beginning to lose control, enraged with the shock of their fiery new colors. Someone -- was it van Gogh? -- said that orange is the color of insanity. _Beauty is terror._ We want to be devoured by it, to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“For as long as I could remember, I wasn't me, I was me.”
― Lily Bailey, Because We Are Bad: OCD and a Girl Lost in Thought