#louisiana

Theo does comedy now, and he's traveling around the country doing comedy, and I actually just saw him, he's from Louisiana, and I just saw him when I went home to visit my family in Louisiana. I saw his comedy show and he was brilliant. ↗

— Trishelle Cannatella

#around #brilliant #comedy #country #does

One of these days the people of Louisiana are going to get good government - and they aren't going to like it. ↗

— Huey Long

#get #going #good #good government #government

Spring has many American faces. There are cities where it will come and go in a day and counties where it hangs around and never quite gets there. Summer is drawn blinds in Louisiana, long winds in Wyoming, shade of elms and maples in New England. ↗

— Archibald MacLeish

#around #blinds #cities #come #come and go

My casino experience is to someone else their experience with their employer, of how the company has elected to behave solely for greed, profits, and spite. But we shouldn’t give up hope in such situations. We have an obligation to separate the justices from the injustices. We should hold these corporate neighbors accountable for the wrongs that they commit. Someone has to. ↗

— John-Talmage Mathis

#casino #gambling #gaming #i-deal-to-plunder #louisiana

... there is no magical formula to beat the casino. None. Save your money. Save yourself from the cons of an author and the cons of the casino. ↗

— John-Talmage Mathis

#casino #gambling #gaming #i-deal-to-plunder #louisiana

This person sees not her own hand depositing the next dollar in a slot machine, but the hand of fate, or God. It’s her true conviction that there are forces at work for her to win a large jackpot— or at least to win back the money lost. After all, the only-for-show pictures of fruit had almost aligned with one another the last couple spins. ↗

— John-Talmage Mathis

#casino #gambling #gaming #god #i-deal-to-plunder

Every player eventually loses all their money. ↗

— John-Talmage Mathis

#casino #gambling #gaming #i-deal-to-plunder #louisiana

Louisiana in September was like an obscene phone call from nature. The air--moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh--felt as if it were being exhaled into one's face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing. Honeysuckle, swamp flowers, magnolia, and the mystery smell of the river scented the atmosphere, amplifying the intrusion of organic sleaze. It was aphrodisiac and repressive, soft and violent at the same time. In New Orleans, in the French Quarter, miles from the barking lungs of alligators, the air maintained this quality of breath, although here it acquired a tinge of metallic halitosis, due to fumes expelled by tourist buses, trucks delivering Dixie beer, and, on Decatur Street, a mass-transit motor coach named Desire. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#decatur #dixie-beer #french-quarter #honeysuckle #louisiana

She doesn’t even have shoes on” He was trying to reconcile something in his head while talking to Luke. “In all the time you spent in that shack, you forgot to pack her shoes?” Luke asked rhetorically, shaking his head in both wonder and disappointment. “Look, we’re in the boonies. I am sure shoes are optional, as are a full set of teeth. ↗

— Jenna-Lynne Duncan

#kidnapping #louisiana #new-orleans #paranormal #young-adult

God calls us to care for our fellow man, especially the neediest. I feel that call to lift up the less fortunate; the call to improve our communities and our state. It drives me to serve Louisiana as governor. ↗

— Kathleen Blanco

#calls #care #communities #drives #especially