It was the month of May and there was warm sunshine dripping through the holes between the clouds, like the sky was a broken blue bowl and a child was trying to keep honey in it.

Everyone carries the weight of WWII with them in their recent family history, and yet it is rarely spoken about within families, because veterans and survivors don't tend to talk.

I'm not happy with just repeating myself.

The ways in which we are able to express courage also depend on the hand life deals us.

We cannot choose where to start and stop. Our stories are the tellers of us.

I think, in common with a lot of novelists, I wasn't the most athletic guy at school.

I think bravery means a different thing to everyone.