It is certainly impossible to imagine forgiving the enemy while their animus remains undefeated.

The only bad days as a writer are the ones when you are too cowardly or too lazy to sit down at the keyboard and give it everything you have.

We must constantly dare ourselves in the small things, until courage becomes a habit of mind that will serve us when we are unexpectedly tested.

The reason why I love people, and writing about them, is because they don't always respond with hate and anger. If they did I wouldn't have a story to tell. Who wants to know about someone who was brutalised and became brutal? I'm interested in the exceptions.

If I could not smile, I think my situation would be even more serious.

Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive

Something I am now convinced of, after researching Everyone Brave, is that none of us is born courageous in all respects.