3 Quotes by Debora Greger

I wanted a bath, even if it were dust. A strigil to scrape the skin that I couldn’t crawl out of.

The desert lay in wait, more infinite than God, no less remote.

Youngest Brother, swan's wing,where one arm should be, yours the shirtof nettles short a sleeveand me with no time left to finish --I didn't mend you all the way back into manthough I managed for your brothers;they flit again from court to playing-courtsto courting, while you station yourself,wing folded from sight, avian eyeto the outside, no rebuke meant but love's.Was it better then, the living on the water,the taking to air...?("Ever After," from the book 'The Poets' Grimm')