Her mind was only a lonely mansion for the stories of extinction. (p333) — Alexis Wright

People tell stories all the time: the stories they want told, where any story could be changed or warped this way or that. (p84)

She remembered Aunty Bella Donna of the Champions once saying that no story was worth telling if no one could remember the lesson in it. These were stories that have made no difference to anyone. Old Aunty was fading away forever. But... even true stories have to be invented sometimes to be remembered. Ah! The truth was always forgotten. (p210)

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)