That is the trouble with happiness-all of it is built on top of something that men want.

Things that we have to really dare ourselves to do come quite naturally to others.

We don't know our hearts until life puts us to the test, and WWII fascinates because it was the last time everyone was simultaneously pushed to their limit.

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

We're often told that we live in a globalized world, and we talk about it all the time, but people don't stop to think about what it means.

My maternal grandmother was in London during the Blitz. Indeed, the man she was dating before she met my grandfather was killed beside her in a cinema, in 1941, when a bomb came through the roof - a tragedy in which she herself was badly wounded.

Yet war doesn't end with armistice, it only ends with forgiveness and reconciliation.