“... I wrote about ... my childhood, when dreams were small and attainable for all. When sweets were a penny and god was a rabbit.”
Sarah Winman“I pulled the blanket around my shoulders. The sky was dark and vast and empty and not even a plane disturbed that sullen stillness, not even a star. The emptiness above was now mine within. It was a part of me, like a freckle, like a bruise. Like a middle name now one acknowledged.”
Sarah Winman“... shunning all offers of help, all offers of the more practical... This was his task, he said, and it would be carried out alone. Penance, my brother reminded me, was a lonely place to be.”
Sarah Winman“... I wrote about ... my childhood, when dreams were small and attainable for all. When sweets were a penny and god was a rabbit.”
Sarah Winman“If we can accept the laws of the universe, the ebb and flow of joy and tragedy, then we have everything we need to embrace our true freedom.”
Sarah Winman“Their banter was rich and comfortable, their teasing intimate and profound; their 'I love you' without the use of those startling words.”
Sarah Winman“Emotions embarassed her except when she sang. My dad said that was exactly why she sang.”
Sarah Winman, When God Was a Rabbit“Shut up, Arthur,' said my mother, and he zipped his mouth shut like an infuriating child.Ginger started to laugh. Not at anything in particular, but just because Ginger was stoned.”
Sarah Winman, When God Was a Rabbit“I'd been feeling like this for a while, the continual looking back, the stuckness of it all. I blamed it on the coming New Year, only four and a half months away, when the clocks would read zero and we would start again, could start again, but I knew we wouldn't. Nothing would. The world would be the same, just a little bit worse.”
Sarah Winman, When God Was a Rabbit“Nothing stays forgotten for long, Elly. Sometimes we simply have to remind the world that we're still here.”
Sarah Winman, When God Was a Rabbit“Nothing stays forgotten for long, Elly. Sometimes we simply have to remind the world that we're special and that we're still here.”
Sarah Winman, When God Was a Rabbit