When God was a Rabbit

by Sarah Winman

(She had started to read a book on child psychology from America. It encouraged us to talk about our feelings. It made us want to clam up.)

‘You don’t have to go to Sunday school or church for God to love you,’ he said. ‘Or for anyone to love you. You know that, don’t you?’

Existence needs purpose: to be able to endure the pain of life with dignity; to give us a reason to continue.

She knew my mother’s words were mere scaffolding holding up a crumbling wall.

Never give up on people.’

‘Popularity, my dear, is as overrated as a large member,’