Doorways are sacred to women for we are the doorways of life and we must choose what comes in and what goes… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
On this twelfth day of my diet I would rather die satiated than slim. — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Life is the first gift, love is the second, and understanding the third. — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
What a richly colored strong warm coat is woven when love is the warp and work is the woof. — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Learning to love differently is hard, love with the hands wide open, love with the doors banging on their hinges, the cupboard… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
It hurts to love wide open stretching the muscles... It hurts to thwart the reflexes of grab, of clutch; to love and… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Long hair is considered bohemian, which may be why I grew it, but I keep it long because I love the way… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
“We are not different nor alike But each strange in his leather body sealed in skin and reaching out clumsy hands and… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Love says, mine. Love says, I could eat you up. Love says, stay as you are, be my own private thing, don't… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
A strong woman is a woman who craves love like oxygen or she turns blue choking. A strong woman is a woman… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Attention is love, what we must give children, mothers, fathers, pets, our friends, the news, the woes of others. What we want… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
“To Have Without Holding: Learning to love differently is hard, love with the hands wide open, love with the doors banging on… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
The anger of the weak never goes away, Professor, it just gets a little moldy. It molds like a beautiful blue cheese in the… — Marge Piercy Copy Share
“The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows and swim off with sure strokes almost out… — Marge Piercy Copy Share
Every poet has a certain amount of "stuff." That's what you draw from for imagery. The more stuff you know well, not simply intellectually… — Marge Piercy Copy Share
the body is simple as a turtle / and straight as a dog: / the body cannot lie. — Marge Piercy Copy Share
We must shine with hope, stained glass windows that shape light into icons, glow like lanterns borne before a procession. Who can bear hope… — Marge Piercy Copy Share
Remember that every son had a mother whose beloved son he was, and every woman had a mother whose beloved son she wasn't. — Marge Piercy Copy Share
We live in a media soup and are constantly being programmed or are fighting that programming. Thus any truthful account of a life, every… — Marge Piercy Copy Share
The moon is always female and so am I although often in the vale of razorblades I have wished I could put on and… — Marge Piercy Copy Share
Sometimes when a character in a novel is difficult for me to enter, I sue something in myself or in my own life as… — Marge Piercy Copy Share
Doorways are sacred to women for we are the doorways of life and we must choose what comes in and what goes out. — Marge Piercy Copy Share
“Writing sometimes feels frivolous and sometimes sacred, but memory is one of my strongest muses. I serve her with my words. So long as… — Marge Piercy Copy Share
The work of the world is common as mud. Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust. But the thing worth doing well done… — Marge Piercy Copy Share
We're herded into schools and terrified into behaving. Taught how we're supposed to pretend to be, taught to parrot all kinds of nonsense at… — Marge Piercy Copy Share
