I am a driven writer. I feel guilty if I don't write, not self-indulgent if I do. Marge Piercy More Quotes by Marge Piercy More Quotes From Marge Piercy I have no connections here; only gusty collisions, Marge Piercy realwartravel If sex is a war, I am a conscientious objector: I will not play. Marge Piercy playwarsex Our wedding plans please everybody as if we were fertilizing the earth and creating social luck. Marge Piercy creatingluckearth This life is a war we are not yet Marge Piercy perseverancedaughterchildren Love says, mine. Love says, I could eat you up. Love says, stay as you are, be my own private thing, don't you dare have ideas I don't share. Love has just got to gobble the other, bones and all, crunch. I don't want to do that. I sure don't want it done to me! Marge Piercy donewantideas One trouble: to be a professional anything in the United States is to think of oneself as an expert and one's ideas as semisacred, and to treat others in a certain way - professionally. Marge Piercy united-statesideasthinking We lie in each other's arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colors of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire. Marge Piercy sexyeyelying 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 belovedmotherson Where I came from, the nights I had wandered and survived scared them, and where I would go they never imagined. Marge Piercy scaredanxietynight The will to be totally rational is the will to be made out of glass and steel: and to use others as if they were glass and steel. Marge Piercy glassessteeluse The real writer is one who really writes. Talent is an invention like phlogiston after the fact of fire. Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved. Marge Piercy realfirewriting i find it easy to admire in trees what depresses me in people Marge Piercy depressingtreepeople There is no justice we don't make daily like bread and love. Marge Piercy and-lovebreadjustice Every artist creates with open eyes what she sees in her dream. Marge Piercy eyeartistdream Writing is a futile attempt to preserve what disappears moment by moment. Marge Piercy disappearmomentswriting The anger of the weak never goes away, Professor, it just gets a little moldy. It molds like a beautiful blue cheese in the dark, growing stronger, and more interesting. The poor and the weak die with all their anger intact and probably those angers go on growing in the dark of the grave like the hair and the nails. Marge Piercy darkhairbeautiful When she kissed him, he melted like a lump of milk chocolate. Marge Piercy best-lovemilkchocolate Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved. Marge Piercy being-lovedcures A strong woman is a woman at work, cleaning out the cesspool of the ages, and while she shovels, she talks about how she doesn't mind crying, it opens the ducts of the eyes, and throwing up develops the stomach muscles, and she goes on shoveling with tears in her nose. Marge Piercy strong-womeneyejustice Sleeping together is a euphemism for people, but tantamount to marriage with cats. Marge Piercy catsleeppeople
