I will choose what enters me, what becomes flesh of my flesh. Without choice, no politics, no ethics lives. I am not… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
I don't find that writing about parts of my life had much effect except in some cases to improve my memory. To… — 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
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
Nobody can live on a bridge or plant potatoes but it is fine for comings and goings, meetings, partings and long views… — 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
Nobody hates us as ourselves. In their minds we're not human... They don't hate us because we did something or said something.… — 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
