#leans

All good New Orleanians go to look at the Mississippi at least once a day. At night it is like creeping into a dark bedroom to look at a sleeping child--something of that sort--gives you the same warm nice feeling, I mean. ↗

— Sherwood Anderson

#death

New Orleans life is such a night life. The thing that comes up very often is that our day essentially doesn't start until midnight or 2 in the morning. ↗

— Robert Asprin

#day #essentially #life #midnight #morning

The biggest challenge in New Orleans has been to find workers who can climb a ladder after lunch. ↗

— Harry Anderson

#been #biggest #biggest challenge #challenge #climb

White folks have controlled New Orleans with money and guns, black folks have controlled it with magic and music, and although there has been a steady undercurrent of mutual admiration, an intermingling of cultures unheard of in any other American city, South or North; although there has prevailed a most joyous and fascinating interface, black anger and white fear has persisted, providing the ongoing, ostensibly integrated fete champetre with volatile and sometimes violent idiosyncrasies. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#fear #guns #music #new-orleans #power

New Orleans food is as delicious as the less criminal forms of sin. ↗

— Mark Twain

#new-orleans #food

If you don't take care of this the most magnificent machine that you will ever be given...where are you going to live? ↗

— Karyn Calabrese

#detox #healing #health #raw #raw-food

Oh, we want a new breed of men before India can be cleansed of her disease. ↗

— Sarojini Naidu

#breed #cleansed #disease #her #india

A tomb is a vault, a vault is a home,” Mr. Sadlot said casually sniffing the flower in his lapel. “That’s where the deceased chose to reside and that is where he will be placed.” Kekaju and the Hidden Swamp ↗

— Robert W Sweeting

#ghost #middle-grade-fantasy #new-orleans #tomb #vault

Could you just imagine? If every suicide rose--think of Faulkner's Quentin Compson as a vampire. I don't hate the South I don't I don't. She wondered how they'd have worked it out in Cambridge when Quentin threw himself off the Andersen bridge into the Charles amid the odor of the honeysuckle, not the beer, sweat, rum, and tainted magnolias of this city, precariously beneath the level of the water. The Compson blood had thinned out; at least this way, he's restore it after a fashion. ↗

— Susan Shwartz

#south #suicide #vampire #imagination

Ozzy Osbourne and Motley Crue in New Orleans on Mardi Gras = bad idea! ↗

— Nikki Sixx

#life