Writing is a futile attempt to preserve what disappears moment by moment. — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
I am a driven writer. I feel guilty if I don't write, not self-indulgent if I do. — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
I wrote to make sense out of all the contradictions I experienced and to deal with the pain and loss I was… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
The art of fiction is one of constant seduction. You must persuade the reader on page 1 to start reading - on… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Everything you study, everything you learn, makes you a better writer, because you have more understanding of how things work. — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
When midlist writers are treated like dirt, I would desist were I less stubborn and less committed. — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
I did not always know I would be a writer. Until I had a room of my own, I did not write… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
The real writer is one who really writes. Talent is an invention like phlogiston after the fact of fire. Work is its… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
“From the time I arrived on the Cape, one of the things I chose explicitly was to put my writing first. Everything… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
“Writing implies faith in someone listening,/ different in content but not need/ from the child who cries in the night./ Making is… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Suppose that a person writes what she must. That is only the first step of becoming a writer. The work must survive… — 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
