It is impossible to capture the essence, tolerance, and spirit of south Louisiana in words.

we dance even if there's no radio. we drink at funerals. we talk too much & laugh too loud & live too large, and, frankly, we're suspicious of others who don't.

To be engaged in some small way in the revival of one of the great cities of the world is to live a meaningful existence by default.

If you cannot improve upon the silence, do not speak.

Mardi Gras is the love of life. It is the harmonic convergence of our food, our music, our creativity, our eccentricity, our neighborhoods, and our joy of living. All at once.

I'm not going to lay down in words the lure of this place. Every great writer in the land, from Faulkner to Twain to Rice to Ford, has tried to do it and fallen short. It is impossible to capture the essence, tolerance, and spirit of south Louisiana in words and to try is to roll down a road of clichés, bouncing over beignets and beads and brass bands and it just is what it is. It is home.

The longer you live in New Orleans, the more unfit you become to live anywhere else.