“But what other people thought was no longer of any help to me. Those thoughts only existed within certain structures, and I had definitively left those structures.” — Rachel Cusk Copy Share Image
A creative writing workshop will contain students whose ambitions and abilities, whose conceptions of literature itself, are so diverse that what they have in… — Rachel Cusk Copy Share Image
“If a man had a nasty side to his character, she wanted to get to it immediately and confront it. She didn’t want it… — Rachel Cusk Copy Share Image
If I know somebody is coming 'round, it is incredibly difficult for me to work because I'm waiting for this interruption - even the… — Rachel Cusk Copy Share Image
I felt that I could swim for miles, out into the ocean: a desire for freedom, an impulse to move, tugged at me as though it were a thread fastened to my chest. It was an impulse I knew well, and I had learned that it was not the summons from a larger world I used to believe it to… — Rachel Cusk Copy Share
The creativity of childhood was often surrendered amid feelings of unworthiness. So the idea that others are demanding to be given it back -… — Rachel Cusk Copy Share Image
A neighbor is something that belongs to the stable world of home life, the thing that lives next door to you. — Rachel Cusk Copy Share Image
Help is dangerous because it exists outside the human economy: the only payment for help is gratitude. — Rachel Cusk Copy Share Image
A feminist man is a bit like a vegetarian: it's the humanitarian principle he's defending, I suppose. — Rachel Cusk Copy Share Image
“At the time, he had got rid of her so efficiently and so suavely that she had felt almost reassured even as she was… — Rachel Cusk Copy Share Image
“From the distance of England the Italian cuisine seems to be all things to all people. It does not expect you to bend to its rigor, like the French. It is not rough and boisterous like the Spanish. It is soft and feminine and is adored in the highest circles, though it is not above a degree of prostitution too.… — Rachel Cusk Copy Share
You could time a suburban story by your watch: it lasts as long as it takes a small furry animal that's lonely to find friends, or a small furry animal that's lost to find its parents; it lasts as long as a quick avowal of love; it lasts precisely as long as the average parent is disposed on a Tuesday… — Rachel Cusk Copy Share
