Grace Paley
Grace Paley
Grace Paleywas an American short story writer, poet, teacher, and political activist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth11 December 1922
CountryUnited States of America
growing-up sorry eye
I'm really sorry for people growing up right now, because they have some cockeyed idea that they can get by with their eyes closed; the cane they're tapping is money, and that won't take them in the right direction.
eye thinking people
I was fortunate that by the time I was born, there were a lot of comforts and at the same time I lived in a neighborhood where it was brought to my eyes every single day that people didn't live like me. Every day I knew that many of my friends "got relief." That was important in my thinking about the world, thinking that not everybody lived that way.
accurate becomes definition developed less moves poetry speaking
I developed a definition - which I think becomes less and less accurate as poetry moves into the world - that poetry was a way of speaking to the world, but fiction was a way to get the world to speak to me.
felt lived poetry saying
Writing poetry, which for me was then saying how I felt about this and that, didn't help me to understand the world I lived in.
anybody class generally interested work
What I generally tell a class is that if you're not interested in anybody else's work but your own, take another class.
average education goes good people start trouble turns work
That's the trouble with stories. People start out fantastic. You think they're extraordinary, but it turns out as the work goes along, they're just average with a good education.
opportunity people relationship
A relationship with young people is very important to me. It's important to have a sense of what's going on in their world and not just in my own. So the opportunity teaching provides is a gift.
people
You have to really understand how people speak, and you have to reconstruct it... Most pleasure in writing, you know, is in inventing.
dreams life minute whatever
Whatever you do, life don't stop. It only sits a minute and dreams a dream.
building drops early moment noble presence rage resentment second slowly wave women worried
I was a woman writing at the early moment when small drops of worried resentment and noble rage were secretly, slowly building into the second wave of the women's movement. I didn't know my small-drop presence or usefulness in this accumulation.
full junk kinds knew men piece poison slice women
Most of the Women's Libbers I knew really didn't want to have a piece of the men's pie. They thought that pie was kind of poisonous, toxic, really full of weapons, poison gases, all kinds of mean junk we didn't even want a slice of.
found immigrant page realized simple took twenty
'The Immigrant Story,' which took me about twenty-five years to write, was a very simple story, but I couldn't think of how to tell it. Then twenty years after I started it, I found this one page and realized it was going to be the story. That's the only way you get it sometimes.
rising time women
I see women as oppressed, but I don't see them as victims; I see them rising all the time. I see them as very strong.
bringing certain letting reader wants
What I'm interested in doing in a story is bringing certain different languages, people, events together and then letting the reader make what he wants of it.