I think it's the human spirit inside of all of us that has an enormous capacity to survive.

I don't only long for the thrill of being in the middle of a war, I must understand it; I must make other people understand.

Contemplating Christmas when you are isolated and far from home brings its own unique pain.

Every day I have many choices to make about who I want to be.

I've realized that the world is, in essence, full of banana peels - loaded with things that may unwittingly trip an internal wire in my mind, opening a floodgate of fears without warning.

After being in captivity for so long, I can't begin to describe how wonderful it feels to be home in Canada.

Because that’s the thing about the exact moment when you get somewhere that has required effort: There’s a freeze-frame instant of total fulfillment, when every expectation has been met and the world is perfect.