The incidence of violent brand-loyalty to one's own current dogma has risen. Marge Piercy More Quotes by Marge Piercy More Quotes From Marge Piercy If sex is a war, I am a conscientious objector: I will not play. Marge Piercy play war sex Our wedding plans please everybody as if we were fertilizing the earth and creating social luck. Marge Piercy creating luck earth This life is a war we are not yet Marge Piercy perseverance daughter children 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 done want ideas 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-states ideas thinking 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 sexy eye lying 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 beloved mother son Where I came from, the nights I had wandered and survived scared them, and where I would go they never imagined. Marge Piercy scared anxiety night 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 glasses steel use 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 real fire writing i find it easy to admire in trees what depresses me in people Marge Piercy depressing tree people There is no justice we don't make daily like bread and love. Marge Piercy and-love bread justice Every artist creates with open eyes what she sees in her dream. Marge Piercy eye artist dream Writing is a futile attempt to preserve what disappears moment by moment. Marge Piercy disappear moments writing 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 dark hair beautiful When she kissed him, he melted like a lump of milk chocolate. Marge Piercy best-love milk chocolate Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved. Marge Piercy being-loved cures 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-women eye justice Sleeping together is a euphemism for people, but tantamount to marriage with cats. Marge Piercy cat sleep people Shall I tell you something I've been noticing? The mistrust this society has for women. All kinds of experts and officials are terrified because so many women are working. They really think that women have to be coerced into having babies and raising kids. Marge Piercy baby kids thinking
