Our Stories Are The Tellers Of Us.

There Was No Quick Grief For Andrew Because He Had Been So Slowly Lost. First From My Heart, Then From My Mind, And Only Finally From My Life.

Andrew Had A Gift For Deepening The Incision He Began.

I'm Always Determined That As A Novelist I'm Going To Go Out There And Research My Characters Very Thoroughly Before I Start Writing.

I Think Bravery Means A Different Thing To Everyone.

I Was Astonished To Find That The Positions My Grandfather Had Defended Were Now Overgrown And Entangled With Trees And Thorns. I Suppose I Had Developed A Sense Of Reverence For The Locations He Described In His Memoirs And Letters - The Forts And The High Emplacements. I Had Expected Them To Have Been Preserved In Some Way.