It was in the Theatre St. Philippe (they has laid a temporary floor over the parquette seats) in the city we now call New Orleans, in the month of September, and in the year 1803.

And in the afternoon they entered a land - but such a land! A land hung in mourning, darkened by gigantic cypresses, submerged; a land of reptiles, silence, shadow, decay.

For summer there, bear in mind, is a loitering gossip, that only begins to talk of leaving when September rises to go.

Everybody knows the Lord loveth a cheerful giver.

Did I say the book of nature is a catechism? Yes, But, after it answers the first question with "God," nothing but questions follow.

Maybe you should stop putting so much faith into what you read in books.

In the religion of all nations a purity is hinted at, which, I fear, men never attain to.

I love doing things people don't expect. The fans will be well fed.

I was discouraged about life, discouraged about people being blind, but I don't think I had a day that I ever questioned creativity. There has never been a day like that.

The moment that you start to read a script, you're watching the movie in your mind, and that's the one moment that you have. Then, you go off to make the movie and you become so lost in it.

I'm a strong advocate for music. I think guitars are wonderful.

Don't be in such a hurry. That little white ball isn't going to run away from you.

Off stage it's cool-out time. You can't funk and roll ALL the time.

How much does great prosperity overspread the mind with darkness.

I liked the banana-seat bikes with the high handlebars - maybe a card in the wheel could have been part of it.