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 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.

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.

Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.

Summer was full on and the nights hot. It was like lying in warm syrup there in the dark under the viaduct, in the steady whine of gnats and nightbugs.

Leash the anger on purpose.Unleash it when falling apart.

Mad and sad is a good mix for poor decisions.

What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.

Hope for everything, expect nothing.

We boast the highest standard of living when it's only the biggest.

When I'm acting, I've always got to make it make sense to me why I do anything. Whether it's right or wrong, I've just got to believe this is the reason why I am doing this and just go with it.

Man ... feels lost without the direction-finder provide by progress.

Effective leaders know that resources are never the problem; it's always a matter or resourcefulness.