Historical tends to be my bailiwick.

It felt like an oversight to me, something that needed to be corrected. They [women who hid Jewish children] deserved to be understood and remembered.

The answers are what they are. Just because you don't like them doesn't mean they aren't true.

You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control.

The only truth was whatever you could make someone believe.

The material world is simply an expression of the mind; that's what so many fail to see. We're so dependent on what is before us that we discount our intuition. Yet if one dismisses instinct, how can one understand or believe in a world that exists beyond one's sight?

To be honest, I wrote so many drafts of this book [ The Nightingale ] and changed the characters so many times; the real surprise is that I finished the book at all.