Remember that every son had a mother whose beloved son he was, and every woman had a mother whose beloved son she… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Memory in Greek mythology is the mother of the muses, and it is so for me. Both personal and societal memory move… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
With my poems, I finally won even my mother. The longest wooing of my life. — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Writing is a futile attempt to preserve what disappears moment by moment. All that remains of my mother is what I remember… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
“Children always wanted their parents in situ, in stasis. The faster they changed, the more their parents should remain the same.” — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Now that I am in my forties, she [my mother] tells me I'm beautiful; now that I am in my forties, she… — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
the body is simple as a turtle / and straight as a dog: / the body cannot lie. — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
![“Writing is a futile attempt to preserve what disappears moment by moment. All that remains of my mother is what I remember and what I have written for and about her. Eventually that is all that will remain of [my husband] and me. Writing sometimes feels frivolous and sometimes sacred, but memory…” quote by Marge Piercy](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/c10/marge-piercy-2610_all-that-remains_writing-is-a-futile-attempt-to-preserve_2603432.jpg)
![“Now that I am in my forties, she [my mother] tells me I'm beautiful; now that I am in my forties, she sends me presents and we have the long, personal and even remarkably honest phone calls I always wanted so intensely I forbade myself to imagine them. How strange. Perhaps Shaw was correct and if…” quote by Marge Piercy](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/6a3/marge-piercy-2610_beautiful_now-that-i-am-in-my-forties-she-my-mothe_3054555.jpg)
