“I write for the still, small possibility of justice.” WritingStillsJusticePossibility Author:Grace Paley
“It's a terrible thing to die young. Still, it saves a lot of time.” StillsYoungDiesTerribleTerrible ThingsDie Young Book:The Collected Stories Source: The Collected Stories
“When I was about twenty-one, I published a few poems. Maybe I wrote a couple of stories before, but I really began to write stories in my mid-thirties. My kids were still little, and they were in school and day care, and I had begun to think a lot about wanting to tell some stories and not being able to do it in poetry.” ThinkingWritingLittlesStillsStoriesCareKidsAbleSchoolCoupleTwentiesTwenty OneDay Care Author:Grace Paley
“I loved the comradeship of the sixties and the seventies, and I still maintain friendships with the people I worked with then - the ones that are still alive. That's one of the great gifts of our political movements, great friendships . . . and also a few enmities.” PeopleStillsPoliticalAliveMovementSixtySeventiesEnmityGreat FriendGreat GiftsGreat FriendshipPolitical MovementsComradeship Author:Grace Paley
“This hill crossed with broken pines and maples lumpy with the burial mounds of uprooted hemlocks (hurricane of '38) out of their rotting hearts generations rise trying once more to become the forest just beyond them tall enough to be called trees in their youth like aspen a bouquet of young beech is gathered they still wear last summer's leaves the lightest brown almost translucent how their stubbornness has decorated the winter woods.” TryingHeartStillsEnoughLastsYoungGenerationsTreeYouthBrokenSummerSpringWinterWoodsForestsHillsBrownTallHurricanesStubbornnessBurialRottingBouquetsMapleLast SummerAspensHemlockWinter Woods Author:Grace Paley
