Quotes from Marge Piercy

Shared laughter is erotic too.

Live as if you like yourself and it may happen.

What a richly colored strong warm coat is woven when love is the warp and work is the woof.

The pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is real.

When I work I am pure as an angel tiger and clear is my eye and hot my brain and silent all the whining grunting piglets of the appetites.

Long hair is considered bohemian, which may be why I grew it, but I keep it long because I love the way it feels, part cloak, part fan, part mane, part security blanket.

My strength and my weakness are twins in the same womb.

Love as if you liked yourself, and it may happen.

Connections are made slowly sometimes they grow underground.

Burning dinner is not incompetence but war.

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.

If you want to be listened to, you should put in time listening.

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.

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.

Never doubt that you can change history. You already have.

A strong woman is a woman determined to do something others are determined not be done

Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved.

Remember that every son had a mother whose beloved son he was, and every woman had a mother whose beloved son she wasn't.

All women are misfits. We do not fit into this world without amputations.

Sleeping together is a euphemism for people, but tantamount to marriage with cats.

My strength and my weakness are twins in the same womb.

Never doubt that you can change history. You already have.

Grandmother Hannah comes to me at Pesach and when I am lighting the sabbath candles. The sweet wine in the cup has her breath.... a little winter no spring can melt.

Long hair is considered bohemian, which may be why I grew it, but I keep it long because I love the way it feels, part cloak, part fan, part mane, part security blanket.