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.

Our stories are the tellers of us.

I was carrying two cargoes. Yes, one of them was horror, but the other one was hope.

WWII was, without exaggeration, the biggest event in all of human history, and it is still within living memory.

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

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

I wanted to look at the differences between how we fought then and how we fight now, because the current lack of closure generates a state of psychological unease that is interesting to acknowledge and examine.