When I think of my child...
/"When I think of my child I am seized by the desire to make good all my former powerlessness, to love as I would like to be loved: mercifully, completely, unambiguously. [My daughter's] experience of this love is for the moment rather shady and unclear. I want to write it down and put it in a drawer for her, like the title deeds to something so that she will have some proof, some inheritance, should something happen to me before I get a chance to explain it to her." - Rachel Cusk, A Life's Work: On Becoming a Mother