The real writer is one who really writes. Talent is an invention like phlogiston after the fact of fire. — Marge Piercy
I mourn in grey, grey as the sleeted wind the bled shades of twilight, gunmetal, battleships, industrial paint. — Marge Piercy
What a richly colored strong warm coat is woven when love is the warp and work is the woof. — Marge Piercy