Like autumn leaves, bad days fell away as though the genius of the room could not retain them. - Alexis Wright

The girl convinced herself that only the mad people in the world would tell you the truth when madness was the truth, when the truth itself was mad. (p64)

After clouds, always mist, and another ghost story to tell. (p187)

Of course we will require a greater workforce in health and technology, but we will also need an even greater workforce with the imagination and passion to improve the health of our combined humanity, and our connectedness with the only planet we can survive on.