David B. Lentz, The Fine Art Of Grace: A Novel Quotes
I became the fractured shell of a mustard seed to dwell for an eye-blink amid a starburst galaxy of broken dreams.
The ability to find pixilation amid the pixelation is at the essence of the gift of celestial Grace.
The relentless persistence of Light eventually exhausts darkness.
The poet is a Cyclops in the Kingdom of the Blind whose sole cure for the madness of his vision must be starvation.
A perfectly clear photograph is a distortion of reality.
New York City is where specks of dust aspire randomly with all their cunning to become grains of sand.