Our Stories Are The Tellers Of Us.

The Ways In Which We Are Able To Express Courage Also Depend On The Hand Life Deals Us.

I Know That The Hopes Of This Whole Human World Can Fit Inside One Soul.

If I Can't Write It Would Be As If I Died.

My Paternal Grandmother Drove Ambulances During The Regional Blitz, In Birmingham.

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.