I'm Not Happy With Just Repeating Myself.

In My World Death Will Come Chasing. In Your World It Will Start Whispering In Your Ear To Destroy Yourself. I Know This Because It Started Whispering To Me When I Was In The Detention Center.

I Think Bravery Means A Different Thing To Everyone.

At This Point In Time The War [ Wwii] Is Close Enough To Still Feel Hotly Personal To A Writer, Yet Far Enough Away So That Jingoism And Heroics Are No Longer Required.

I'm Really Interested In People's Decisions.

I Am A Woman Built Upon The Wreckage Of Myself.