Quotes from Heather Rose

The Franklin didn't only belong to Tasmanians. Nor our forests. They belonged to the world. We were custodians.

The morning sun is spilling into the penthouse. Rigby, a gray rug of cat, lies sprawled on her back on the sofa with her paws stretched high above her head.

God-given right to live as they pleased.

Only missed being a jumper, or dying in the collapse, by five minutes. That ash on me, later I thought about it. That was people. Probably people I knew.