Sleeping together is a euphemism for people, but tantamount to marriage with cats. — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
People are very afraid of any controversy. We've become very passive spectator types. And when the kids were protesting globilization - quite… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
I don't think writers change the past any more than other people do, except in so far as we may mine our… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
I was a working class Jewish girl. In my girlhood, anti-Semitism was a daily fact of life in Detroit. I did not… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
I have no connections here; only gusty collisions, rootless seedlings forced into bloom, that collapse. ... I am the Visiting Poet: a… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
In fiction, I exercise my nosiness. I am as curious as my cats, and indeed that has led to trouble often enough… — 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
The people I love the best, jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows. — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
I think having a great range of experiences in my life had helped me as a writer, particularly a writer of fiction.… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
I want to be with people who submerge in the task, who go into the fields to harvest and work in a… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Listening is terribly important if you want to understand anything about people. You listen to what they say and how they say… — 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)
