Top 160 Rachel Cusk Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “Sometimes, when she has been two or more hours from the source of my body, I begin to feel a sort of elemental anxiety for her, as if she were walking a tightrope and had gone too far out, as if she could not exist for so long in time, in gravity, away from me.”

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102. “Divorce also entails the beginning of a supposition that that familial reality might have obstructed one’s ability to perceive others.”

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103. “This anti-description, for want of a better way of putting it, had made something clear to her by a reverse kind of exposition: while he talked she began to see herself as a shape, an outline, with all the detail filled in around it while the shape itself remained blank. Yet this shape, even while its content remained unknown, gave her for the first time since the incident a sense of who she now was.”

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104. “All she wishes is for her life to be integrated, to be one thing, rather than an eternal series of oppositions that confound her whichever way she looks.”

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105. “Whatever we might wish to believe about ourselves, we are only the result of how others have treated us.”

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106. “I realised,’ she said, ’that she was happy for the first time in her life, and I realised too that she would never have known this happiness had she not gone through the unhappiness that preceded it, in precisely the way that she did.”

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107. “Honest criticism, I suppose, has its place. But honest writing is infinitely more valuable.”

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108. “I’m not the kind of woman who intuitively understands or sympathises with other women, probably because I don’t understand or sympathise all that much with myself.”

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109. “Writing, more than any other art, is indexed to the worthiness of the self because it is identified in peoples minds with emotion.”

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110. “I didn’t appear to need anyone: I could do it all myself. I could do everything. I was both halves: did that mean I was whole?”

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111. “The rules of writing are mostly indistinguishable from the rules of living, but this tends to be the last place people look when searching for ‘there’.”

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112. “I knew then, she said, that he was a liar, that for all his reportage and his honesty he was determined to keep himself untouched, to take without giving, to hoard himself like a greedy child.”

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113. “He had destroyed the thing she loved most; she, in her turn, had exposed him to failure through expectations he was unable to fulfil. Without meaning to, they had found one another’s deepest vulnerabilities: they had arrived, by this awful shortcut, at the place where for each of them a relationship usually ended, and set out from there.”

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114. “There’s a certain point in life at which you realise it’s no longer interesting that time goes forward – or rather, that its forward-going-ness has been the central plank of life’s illusion, and that while you were waiting to see what was going to happen next, you were steadily being robbed of all you had.”

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115. “It was possible, I had realised, to resist evil but in doing so you acted alone. You stood or fell as an individual. You risked everything in the attempt: it might even be the case, I said, that evil could only be overturned by the absolute sacrifice of self. The problem was that nothing could give greater pleasure to your enemies.”

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116. “As writers go, I have a skin of average thickness. I am pleased by a good review, disappointed by a bad. None of it penetrates far enough to influence the thing I write next.”

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117. “It is living, not thinking, as a feminist that has become the challenge.”

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118. “At the time, he had got rid of her so efficiently and so suavely that she had felt almost reassured even as she was being left behind.”

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119. “Feminism remains something that needs to be explained to people.”

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120. “We who were born were not witnesses to our birth: like death, it is something we are forever after trying to catch sight of.”

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121. “The day lies ahead empty of landmarks, like a prairie, like an untraversable plain.”

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122. “Christianity has kept itself going for centuries on hope alone, and has perpetrated all manner of naughtiness in the meantime.”

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123. “Help is dangerous because it exists outside the human economy: the only payment for help is gratitude.”

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124. “Society in the English countryside is still strangely, quaintly divided. If black comedy and a certain type of social commentary are what you want, I think English rural communities offer quite a lot of material.”

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125. “A visit to the cinema is no longer that: it is less, a tarnished thing, an alloyed pleasure.”

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126. “That tribe was one to which nearly all the men in this country belonged, and it defined itself through a fear of women combined with an utter dependence on them.”

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127. “This feeling, of being negated at the same time as I was exposed, had had a particularly powerful effect on me, I said.”

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128. “I am a good and interested mother – which has surprised me.”

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129. “Loneliness, she said, is when nothing will stick to you, when nothing will thrive around you, when you start to think that you kill things just by being there.”

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130. “I had started to desire power, because what I now realised was that other people had had it all along, that what I called fate was merely the reverberation of their will, a tale scripted not by some universal storyteller but by people who would elude justice for as long as their actions were met with resignation rather than outrage.”

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131. “And the blabbing, the telling, was the messiest thing of all: getting control of language was getting control of anger and shame, and it was hard, hard to turn it around, to take the mess of experience and make something coherent out of it. Only then did you know that you’d got the better of the things that had happened to you: when you controlled the story rather than it controlling you.”

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132. “The worst thing, it seemed to her, was to be dealing with one version of a person when quite another version existed out of sight.”

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133. “But it is not merely a taboo against complaint that makes the hardship of motherhood inadmissable: like all loves this one has a conflicted core, a grain of torment that buffs the pearl of pleasure; unlike other loves, this conflict has no possibility of resolution.”

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134. “I’m a novelist, not a social scientist or a commentator.”

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135. “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 roaming unseen in the hinterland of the relationship: she wanted to provoke it, to draw it forth, lest it strike her when her back was turned.”

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136. “What she did learn from all the books was something else, something she hadn’t really been expecting, which was that the story of loneliness is much longer than the story of life. In the sense of what most people mean by living, she said. Without children or partner, without meaningful family or a home, a day can last an eternity: a life without those things is a life without a story, a life in which there is nothing – no narrative dramas – to alleviate the cruelly meticulous passing of time.”

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137. “Fear is a habit like any other, and habits kill what is essential in ourselves.”

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138. “Hope is one of those no-win-no-fee things, and although it needs some encouragement to survive, its existence doesn’t necessarily prove anything.”

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139. “She would begin to view them... with greater objectivity; their need for her started to look like something less discriminating, more parasitical. She felt duped by them into believing herself to be generous, tireless, inspiring, when in fact she was just a self-sacrificing victim. It was this feeling that often brought her to a position of clarity about her own life. She would start to give them less and herself more: by draining her, they created in her a new capacity for selfishness.”

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140. “I don’t really believe in stories, only in the people who tell them.”

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141. “I think a lot of artists no longer want to participate in or be associated with narrative because of its corruptedness in contemporary culture.”

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142. “I said it seemed to me that most marriages worked in the same way that stories are said to do, through the suspension of disbelief. It wasn’t, in other words, perfection that sustained them so much as the avoidance of certain realities.”

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143. “What other grown-up gets told how to do their job so often as a writer?”

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144. “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.”

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145. “It may be the case, she said, that it is only when it is too late to escape that we see we were free all along.”

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146. “I imagine the corruption of myself running through her tracts, into her veins and recesses. I long to withdraw my sting from her innocent body.”

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147. “She had to admit this journalist was one of her trickier customers, and his interviews nearly always ended with the same argument, since he seemed to take such a long time to get round to asking a question and when he did, discovered that he himself had the best answer for it.”

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148. “I had found out more, I said, by listening than I had ever thought possible.”

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149. “If you have always been criticised, from before you can remember, it becomes more or less impossible to locate yourself in the time or space before the criticism was made: to believe, in other words, that you yourself exist.”

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150. “Not to have been born in a woman’s body was a piece of luck in the first place: he couldn’t see his own freedom because he couldn’t conceive of how elementally it might have been denied him... The wounded don’t survive in nature: a woman could never throw herself on fate and expect to come out of it intact. She has to connive at her own survival...”

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