Lentz Quotes

“God made women too beautiful and their memories too long.”
― David B. Lentz, Bloomsday: A Tragicomedy

“The Housefly

I’m just a little pesky thing,
Flying to eke out a living.
So round and round and round I hiss,
And fill the air with busy bliss.
Of hand and swatter steering clear,
I venture to light on crumbs and beer.
In salad days I was a Grecian king.
War and famine make me sing.
How much they’d like to whack me flat,
With a newspaper or even a baseball bat.
Splat!”
― David B. Lentz, Bloomsday: A Tragicomedy

“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

“It's intriguing to observe so many of the outrageous prophecies, made with such biting satire years ago in the first edition, come into being through the craft of so many self-entitled egomaniacs running a global 'corpornation' for personal interest and professional profit. I had no idea then, as I now know, that I was writing with so much understatement. Honest outrage and political satire are two of the most important weapons that we have to protect infringement against our personal freedoms through oligarchy and to maintain any semblance of humanity in our democracy as our government aggressively privatizes and over-reaches at the expense of those millions whom it has sworn so dishonestly to serve and has utterly abandoned.”
― David B. Lentz, AmericA, Inc.: A Novel in Stream of Voice

“My best advice is never to address any woman as Madam unless she holds a high position in government or you happen to find yourself in a brothel speaking to its owner.”
― David B. Lentz, Bloomsday: The Bostoniad

“How shall we embrace the common man: give us a reason without a doubt?
Is Everyman fated as an island unto himself ‘til his last bright day goes by?”
― David B. Lentz, Sonnets on the Common Man: New Hampshire Verse

“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