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

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.

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.

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.

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!

He would smile at her and welcome her home.

I wish for magic this season, laughter and fun.I wish for mistletoe kisses-those sparkly ones.

When politics is no longer a mission but a profession, politicians become more self-serving than public servants.

[All] the manly virtues were oppressed by the servile and pusillanimous reign of the monks.

I want to enjoy myself in this planet for as long as I can for the people I care about.

How can a man be so brave and so stupid, so gentle and so cruel, so warming and so detestable -- all at the same time?

I'm not a big baseball fan, to be honest.

Videogames need more women and are too reliant on male, stubble-covered heroes.

Each time I see a split infinitive, an inconsistent tense structure or the unnecessary use of the passive voice, I blister.

Mythology needs heroes and it needs villains, it needs heroes to fail, it needs heroes to struggle.