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All women are misfits. We do not fit into this world without amputations.
Marge Piercy
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What a richly colored strong warm coat is woven when love is the warp and work is the woof.
Marge Piercy
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Writing is a futile attempt to preserve what disappears moment by moment.
Marge Piercy
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Looking at my life was very difficult. I think I learned that I haven't been as good a person as I'm inclined to think of myself as. I haven't been as good friend, haven't been as good a person, made a lot of mistakes.
Marge Piercy
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I will choose what enters me, what becomes flesh of my flesh. Without choice, no politics, no ethics lives. I am not your cornfield, not your uranium mine, not your calf for fattening, not your cow for milking. You may not use me as your factory. Priests and legislators do not hold shares in my womb or my mind. If I give it to you, I want it back. My life is a non-negotiable demand.
Marge Piercy
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Listening is terribly important if you want to understand anything about people. You listen to what they say and how they say it, what they share and what they are reticent about, what they tell truthfully and what they lie about, what they hope for and what they fear, what they are proud of, what they are ashamed of. If you don't pay attention to other people, how can you understand their choices through time and how their stories come out?
Marge Piercy
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On this twelfth day of my diet I would rather die satiated than slim.
Marge Piercy
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Attention is love, what we must give children, mothers, fathers, pets, our friends, the news, the woes of others. What we want to change we curse and then pick up a tool. Bless whatever you can with eyes and hands and tongue. If you can't bless it, get ready to make it new.
Marge Piercy
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Whatever is not an energy source, is an energy sink.
Marge Piercy
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I don't think writers change the past any more than other people do, except in so far as we may mine our lives and change things for fictional use.
Marge Piercy
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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
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I like communicating with cats. I know them and their body language - as my own cats know mine very well. Cats are adept at reading subtle signals.
Marge Piercy
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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 but sensually, emotionally, intimately, the wider the pool from which you draw.
Marge Piercy
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Pain is a forcing sieve that turns me to gruel.
Marge Piercy
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There are obviously a great many ways to organize some fraction of the material in a life.
Marge Piercy
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Any life is lived in a particular time and place. Every life is impacted by the family's socio-economic circumstances, and, in later life, by the person's.
Marge Piercy
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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
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Art is a game only if you playat it, a mirror that reflects from the inside out.
Marge Piercy
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There is no justice we don't make daily like bread and love.
Marge Piercy
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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
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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
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Sometimes when a character in a novel is difficult for me to enter, I sue something in myself or in my own life as a doorway into that character's mind and emotions.
Marge Piercy
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The body is simple as a turtle / and straight as a dog: / the body cannot lie.
Marge Piercy
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The politics of the exile are fever, revenge, daydream, theater of the aging convalescent. You wait in the wings and rehearse. You wait and wait.
Marge Piercy
