Alison

“Then, one day, you discover that life itself is slipping past and you’re just a bloody parasite, something white and maggot-like, not really a human being, just a thing, a sweet and ineffectual thing. And even if you try to call for help, they don’t understand you. They don’t even hear you. Or they think it’s just a new craze and start doing their best to humour you.”
― André P. Brink, A Dry White Season

“madness is like love—you don’t realize you’re in it until half of you is missing.”
― Keith Houghton, Before You Leap