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

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.

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.

This is the forked tongue of grief again. It whispers in one ear: return to what you once loved best, and in the other ear it whispers, move on.

Horror in your country is something you take a dose of to remind yourself that you are not suffering from it.

I'm not happy with just repeating myself.

Courage is a muscle that develops through use. It's no use waiting for some inner fire to conveniently become apparent at the moment of crisis - that's cartoon stuff.