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

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.

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.

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!

There are worse prisons than words.

I live life with great passion.

Reality is seeing that the peace in a picture is a dream.

My folks were busy. My dad was a teacher, and it was during the Second World War, and my mother was working. So I got my stories from films and books. I read a lot, and I love to read to this day.

You must accept the fact that there is no help but self-help. I cannot tell you how to gain freedom since freedom exists within you.

Walking is the only way proven to stave off cognitive decline - it works.

If we define Futurism as an exploration beyond accepted limits, then the nature of limiting systems becomes the first object of exploration.

I was putting so much time and energy into just my work, but I was raised [to believe] that family comes first.

I feel like I could be likened to an old hound circling on a rug for the last five years.

One thing that's never gonna go, you know, go sour is good music.