The Fine Art of Grace Quotes

“New York City is where specks of dust aspire randomly with all their cunning to become grains of sand.”
― David B. Lentz, The Fine Art of Grace

“A perfectly clear photograph is a distortion of reality.”
― David B. Lentz, The Fine Art of Grace

“I became the fractured shell of a mustard seed to dwell for an eye-blink amid a starburst galaxy of broken dreams.”
― David B. Lentz, The Fine Art of Grace

“The ability to find pixilation amid the pixelation is at the essence of the gift of celestial Grace.”
― David B. Lentz, The Fine Art of Grace

“New York had pushed and bent and bullied, driving me underground to sort out the madness and sculpt my Being with my own hands in self-discovery on its cold pottery wheel and in the white heat of its kiln. The City enabled me to learn who I really was, as a pixelated man and member of Humanity.”
― David B. Lentz, The Fine Art of Grace

“The relentless persistence of Light eventually exhausts darkness.”
― David B. Lentz, The Fine Art of Grace

“The poet is a Cyclops in the Kingdom of the Blind whose sole cure for the madness of his vision must be starvation.”
― David B. Lentz, The Fine Art of Grace