There's what people say, and there's what people mean, and I like to explore the difference between the two.

To be well in your mind you have first to be free.

I like to push characters to extremes so they have to make really tough decisions and there is no life more extreme than that of an athlete.

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

Would we be the heroes or the cowards of the piece? Would we follow orders or stick to our principles, if those two things ever conflicted? Would we be the brave ones who still found the capacity for love - and for laughter - even while we were terrified?

My whole life is my work.

Still shaking, in the pew, I understood that it isn't the dead we cry for. We cry for ourselves, and I didn't deserve my own pity.