Every poet has a certain amount of "stuff." That's what you draw from for imagery. The more stuff you know well, not… — 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… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
The work of the world is common as mud. Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust. But the thing worth doing… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
The ruling class isn't dissatisfied: they are healthy, well-fed, live in beauty, enjoy their own importance: fun-loving cannibals. — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
It's really important to visit a site you are writing about. Even if you know it well, even if you have lived… — 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
I communicate much better with cats, usually. I know them and their body language - as my own cats know mine very… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Every Jewish holiday has a religious significance, a historical significance, and a relevance to the time of year in the natural calendar… — 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
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
