Marge Piercy
Marge Piercy
Marge Piercyis an American poet, novelist, and social activist. Piercy is the author of Woman on the Edge of Time; He, She and It, which won the 1993 Arthur C. Clarke Award; and Gone to Soldiers, a New York Times Best Seller and sweeping historical novel set during World War II...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth31 March 1936
CountryUnited States of America
hate evil mind
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.
character mind doorways
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.
giving hug mind
The best gift you can give is a hug: one size fits all and no one ever minds if you return it.
giving choices mind
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.
listened listening time
It you want to be listened to, you should put in time listening
american-writer love
Love as if you liked yourself, and it may happen.
finish life war winning work
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.
mistake good-friend thinking
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.
children book writing
I did not always know I would be a writer. Until I had a room of my own, I did not write much at all - no more than any other child who read a lot of books. I began to write fiction and poetry when I first had a room that was truly my own with a door that shut and some measure, however fragile, of privacy.
pain loss contradiction
I wrote to make sense out of all the contradictions I experienced and to deal with the pain and loss I was undergoing.
writing sacrifice littles
I wasn't afraid of being poor; I rather took it for granted. I was good at getting by with very little. I couldn't imagine sacrificing my writing to anything else.
horse animal pigs
We may be losing the ability to understand animals who are not pets or horses. We have less contact with them. We don't (most of us) tend to know even cows and pigs, let alone bears or wolverines or red tailed hawks.
writing self guilty
I am a driven writer. I feel guilty if I don't write, not self-indulgent if I do.
memories writing past
I don't find that writing about parts of my life had much effect except in some cases to improve my memory. To get into parts of the past I want to recall very vividly, I use a form of directed meditation.