I was aware, in those early days of motherhood, that my behaviour was strange to the people who knew me well. It was as though I had been brainwashed, taken over by a cult religion. And yet this cult, motherhood, was not a place where I could actually live. Like any cult, it demanded a complete surrender of identity to belong to it.
Rachel CuskI'm waiting for the day when my children cease to find my domestic propriety reassuring and actually find it annoying.
Rachel CuskWe who were born were not witnesses to our birth: like death, it is something we are forever after trying to catch sight of.
Rachel CuskA creative writing workshop will contain students whose ambitions and abilities, whose conceptions of literature itself, are so diverse that what they have in common - the desire to write - could almost be considered meaningless.
Rachel Cusk