Buddy ran down the road, turned into another street, and vanished as if he had never been there, like another ghost from New Orleans's past.

He turned around to see the bass drum popping and the horn sections pointing their instruments to the balconies and sending glorious notes to the rooftops.

The only way he could truly stick out in New Orleans was if he were walking down the street on fire.

The morning sun in New Orleans felt like it was trying to make a point, convincing the old world to believe something new.

He sunk his head down, looking like a defeated giant out of some fairy tale.

Toulouse Street ran one way toward the Mississippi River. Jackson looked over [Imogene's] head into one of those famous New Orleans courtyards, full of lush foliage, mossy brick, secrets, and wonder.

The carriage could only clop along at about ten miles per hour, which only accentuated Imogene’s excitement. She urged it onward: "Fly, horse, fly!

In her attempt to make me a good man, I made her a bad woman.

The fact that neither of us made sense was the beauty of it.

If we’re missing life it’s probably because we’re expecting it to reveal itself to us, rather than realizing that life is revealed by us looking for it.

You are not responsible for the past, but insofar as you do nothing, you are complicit in the present created by it.

Those who hate you don't win unless you hate them - and then you destroy yourself.

Life seems to me essentially passion, conflict, rage. It is only intellect that keeps me sane; perhaps this makes me overvalue intellect against feeling.

He who has never hoped can never despair

Life has never interested me so much as the escape from life.

All the arts serving human desires and needs are derived from the breath that Godsent into the human body.

Nothing is more destructive than the charge of artillery on a crowd.