As a war correspondent, you have to weigh the risk you run against the story you can get.

There is no journalist without opinions, and there's no real objectivity, but we can strive toward it.

If I leave, reality will devour me. Then they will all really be dead.

The judgment means a lot. As a journalist being accused of invading someone's privacy, there is always a risk that it will stick to your name.

As the only woman, I was able to sit with the officers in front, with a glass of vodka in one hand and a cucumber in the other. That's how I went to my first war.

As a woman, you accept the situation, adapt to it, and do your best, whereas men would choose violence.

I was thinking, there are 5 million people, and I am just one of those 5 million. In the build-up to the war you see children playing in the street, and you think, ah, I'm going to be okay.