197 Quotes by Marge Piercy

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.

This life is a war we are not yet winning for our daughters' children. Don't do your enemies' work for them. Finish your own.

I have no connections here; only gusty collisions, rootless seedlings forced into bloom, that collapse. ... I am the Visiting Poet: a real unicorn, a wind-up plush dodo, a wax museum of the Movement. People want to push the buttons and see me glow.

We admire predators - panthers, lions, tigers, even wolves. Maybe to be naturally thoughtful and hesitant to use violence is to be somehow second rate. To be in the middle of the social food chain. Especially if you're a man. This society thinks real men are violent.

History is a game played backwards only.

With my poems, I finally won even my mother. The longest wooing of my life.

Art is a game only if you playat it, a mirror that reflects from the inside out.

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.

Obviously I find women more interesting than men to write about.