It was hard not to be full of hope

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

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.

I planned how I would kill myself in the time of Churchill (stand under bombs), Victoria (throw myself under a horse), and Henry the Eighth (marry Henry the Eighth)- Little Bee

A scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.

I am a woman built upon the wreckage of myself.

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