There is a velvety sensuality here at the mouth of the Mississippi that you won't find anywhere else. Tell me what the air feels like at 3 AM on a Thursday night in late August in Shaker Heights, and I bet that you won't be able to say because nobody stays up that late. But in New Orleans, I'll tell you, it's like ink and honey passed through silver moonlight.

Nostalgia is masochism and masochism is something masochists love to share.

The time has come for writers to become inaccessible again. The reason is not some kind of 'mystique' that makes people curious (though it helps), but the fact that no real writers ever lay down anything real in public-they work in solitude, they think hard, and their thoughts are rarely nice or 'friendly.'

How did you fall in love with New Orleans? At once, madly. Looking back, sometimes I think it was predestined.

It is the job of the market to turn the base material of our emotions into gold.

The real technology -behind all our other technologies- is language. It actually creates the world our consciousness lives in.

There is no ´Complete Idiots Guide to Creationism,´ but perhaps one is not needed.