I don't apologize for being sexually adventurous. Why not? It was often fun. When it wasn't - I didn't continue what wasn't pleasant. Marge Piercy More Quotes by Marge Piercy More Quotes From Marge Piercy Connections are made slowly, sometimes they grow underground. Marge Piercy connectionshealingtime The work of the world is common as mud. Marge Piercy dustdonehands We are trying to live Marge Piercy experimentsifstrying I said, I like my life. If Ihave to give it back, if theytake it from me, let me onlynot feel I wasted any, let menot feel I forgot to love anyoneI meant to love, that I forgotto give what I held in my hands,that I forgot to do some littlepiece of the work that wantedto come through. Marge Piercy saidgivinghands What a richly colored strong warm coat is woven when love is the warp and work is the woof. Marge Piercy strongworkhappiness My idea of Hell is to be young again. Marge Piercy hellyoungideas Burning dinner is not incompetence but war. Marge Piercy burningdinnerwar My strength and my weakness are twins in the same womb. Marge Piercy wombweaknesstwins I mourn in grey, grey as the sleeted wind the bled shades of twilight, gunmetal, battleships, industrial paint. Marge Piercy grieftwilightwind Nobody hates us as ourselves. In their minds we're not human... They don't hate us because we did something or said something. They make us stand for an evil they invent and then they want to kill it in us. Marge Piercy hateevilmind Like species, couples die out or evolve. Marge Piercy speciesevolvecouple The pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is real. Marge Piercy businessrealwork All women are misfits. We do not fit into this world without amputations. Marge Piercy amputationmenworld The powerful don't make revolutions Marge Piercy revolutionpowerful A new idea is rarely born like Venus attended by graces. More commonly it's modeled of baling wire and acne. More commonly it wheezes and tips over. Marge Piercy graceperfectionideas 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 sacreddoorways I want to be with people who submerge in the task, who go into the fields to harvest and work in a row and pass the bags along, who are not parlor generals and field deserters but move in a common rhythm when the food must come in or the fire be put out. The work of the world is common as mud. Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust. But the thing worth doing well done has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident. Marge Piercy dustfiremoving With my poems, I finally won even my mother. The longest wooing of my life. Marge Piercy wooingmother If what we change does not change us we are playing with blocks. Marge Piercy blockifsdoe The people I love the best, jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows. Marge Piercy womenpeoplefirsts
