The Arts District
Shit. Thats Bayou Saint John.
What about it?
Anyone who goes in dies, by the Princes law. No explanation. Just that if you go in, you die.
EVERYONE YOU HAVE KNOWN OR EVER WILL
The American Quarteror the Central Business District, as the kine have long since renamed itis my domain, but I do not consider it my home. It is true the district has many museums, art galleries, and
Why in sweet Jesus green earth would you want to leave New Orleans? Have you seen whats out there? I mean beyond white-washed suburbia, beyond the parish line. Its thousands of square miles of sweltering, gator-
Many of the cemeteries are beautiful, and are kept in perfect order. When one goes from the levee or the business streets [of New Orleans] to it, to a cemetery, he observes to himself that if those people down there
The courier wove between the klaxon-snarl of rush-hour commuters, pedestrians, and chiming streetcars. She flew past street lamps and neon signs, unlit but soon to awaken. Reaching her destination, she stopped with a swift tug
As we Italians say, Mi casa, su casa.
Thats Spanish, you moronand this aint your house. Its mine.
Exchange between Dino
How the hell youd get all this?
Micheal Kelly upon first seeing the Boggs plantation
Arrive at New Orleans, a city of ships, steamers, flatboats, rafts, mud, fog, filth, stench, and a mixture of races and tongues. Cholera, some. [At] Planters Hotel. Mem: Never get caught
Beauty comes from the inside. Inside the hair salon.
Great skin doesnt happen by chance. It happens by appointment.