Fingernails Filling Quotes by Cleopatra Mathis

“We go out in the fog in the morning won't burn.”

— Cleopatra Mathis

“ocean's snaking blues beyond the meadow”

— Cleopatra Mathis

“Anxiety has forged another weather.”

— Cleopatra Mathis

“I was full of myth, which is to say full of an idea.”

— Cleopatra Mathis

“The snow is tending toward nothingness.”

— Cleopatra Mathis

“I will warm the great outdoors for the whole of January if I can.”

— Cleopatra Mathis

“And for her, now, replaced by the plain language of the dogs, who in a few syllables have everything to say.”

— Cleopatra Mathis

“Fingernails filling with silt, scraping the sculpted...”

— Cleopatra Mathis

“White spume flew its ghost against the glass.”

— Cleopatra Mathis

“The heat compounded, and ugliness settled its cloud over us, profound as human speech, although by then we were not speaking.”

— Cleopatra Mathis

“And if only it would stop, shut itself up for good- this off-key 'if only' that goes on singing, like some deranged child, repeating.”

— Cleopatra Mathis