Allison Mack

Allison Mack: (when she was six and witnessing her mother fight cancer) With the same quiet potency the cancer had used in its approach, my feisty, tender, sweet mom began to crawl her way back to us. Amazing. They could rob her of her hair, her curves, and the rose in her cheeks. They could cripple the body that had carried two children, played tennis in the sunshine, and even, for a time, quiet her laughter. But her love for life was beyond anything they could touch. It was invincible.

Allison Mack: (on the good way her friends see her vs how she sees herself) I love that this is how my friends perceive me from the outside looking in.It almost makes up for the fact that from the inside looking out, I feel a little crazy, like the Tasmanian devil spinning in circles around myself in an attempt to do all that I can. Constantly running on this fear that I might miss an opportunity, or an experience, something life changing and astounding might happen while I am not looking.