If we had time and no money, living by our wits, what story would you tell?
ADRIENNE RICHI wanted him [my father] to cherish and approve of me, not as he had when I was a child, but as the woman I was, who had her own mind and had made her own choices.
More Adrienne Rich Quotes
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I long to create something that can’t be used to keep us passive: I want to write a script about plumbing, how every pipe is joined to every other.
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What kind of beast would turn its life into words?
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The repossession by women of our bodies will bring far more essential change to human society than the seizing of the means of production by workers.
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I am uncomfortable with talking of poetry as a priestly profession, because I have little use for organized religions and priestly hierarchies. They have demoralized, persecuted, so many, including women, gays, non-believers.
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The ocean, whose tides respond, like women’s menses, to the pull of the moon, the ocean which corresponds to the amniotic fluid in which human life begins.
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To work and suffer is to be at home. All else is scenery.
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Much male fear of feminism is the fear that, in becoming whole human beings, women will cease to mother men, to provide the breast, the lullaby, the continuous attention associated by the infant with the mother.
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I am a citizen of a country that has just undergone a thieved election, a country deeply and dangerously divided between rich and poor, but also between rich and middle class.
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Reality, the oppressor’s tongue.
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Lying is done with words and also with silence.
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The mind’s passion is all for singling out. Obscurity has another tale to tell.
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The dialectic between change and continuity is a painful but deeply instructive one, in personal life as in the life of a people.
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Marriage is lonelier than solitude.
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Sleeping. Turning in turn like planets rotating in their midnight meadow: a touch is enough to let us know we’re not alone in the universe, even in sleep.
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So endlessly, still expecting to be believed. We are accustomed to the contempt inherent in the political lie.
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