Grace Paley (December 11, 1922 – August 22, 2007) was an American short story writer, poet, teacher, and political activist. Read full biography of Grace Paley →
Let us go forth with fear and courage and rage to save the world.
I was a fantastic student until ten, and then my mind began to wander.
Rosiness is not a worse windowpane than gloomy gray when viewing the world.
In the end, long life is the reward, strength, and beauty.
Sometimes, walking with a friend, I forget the world.
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... →
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... →
I don't believe civilization can do a lot more than educate a person's senses.
All that is really necessary for survival of the fittest, it seems, is an interest in life, good, bad or peculiar.
I often see through things right to the apparition itself.
The word career is a divisive word. It's a word that divides the normal life from business or professional life.
You become a writer because you need to become a writer - nothing else.
Everyone, real or invented, deserves the open destiny of life.