4 Quotes by Deborah Ager

Perhaps it is too late. I want to run the beach's length, because it never ends.

I ran from them. Nights, yellow lights scoured sand. What was ever found but women in skirts folded around the men they loved that Friday? No one found me. And how could that have been, here, whereeven botanical names were recordedand small roads mapped in red?Night, the sky is black paper pecked with pinholes.

I want to run the beach’s length, because it never ends.

Lake quiets, tired of my lies.