“[My mum] was always like that: grateful for life itself. Her glass was not only half full, it was gold plated with… — Sarah Winman Copy Share Image
“Do I believe in an old man in the clouds with a white beard judging us mortals with a moral code from… — Sarah Winman Copy Share Image
She was always like that: grateful for life itself. Her glass was not only half full, it was gold plated with a… — Sarah Winman Copy Share Image
“... 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 Copy Share Image
“Autumn knocks on the window. I pull back the sliding doors and let it in. Lights from the meat market flicker and car lights… — Sarah Winman Copy Share Image
“The first thing we need to find,' said Mr Golan, 'is a reason to live'. ... 'Without a reason, why bother? Existence needs purpose:… — Sarah Winman Copy Share Image
“You said I could be anything I wanted when I was older', I said. She smiled and said, 'And you can be. But it's… — Sarah Winman Copy Share Image
“He started to do that, started to inform me of everything; the inconsequential, the meaningful; conversations that ended in a cul-de-sac of unanswerable rhetoric.… — Sarah Winman Copy Share Image
“[My mum] was always like that: grateful for life itself. Her glass was not only half full, it was gold plated with a permanent… — Sarah Winman Copy Share Image
“It was the final chapter of his breakdown, the moment when his glass drained of everything, and its emptiness awaited only for choices to… — Sarah Winman Copy Share Image
“There's something about first love, isn't there? she said. It's untouchable to those who played no part in it. But it's the measure of… — Sarah Winman Copy Share Image
Memories no matter how small or inconsequential are the pages that define us. — Sarah Winman Copy Share Image
“And I wonder what the sound of a heart breaking might be. And I think it might be quiet, unperceptively so, and not dramatic… — Sarah Winman Copy Share Image
“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… — Sarah Winman Copy Share Image
