New Orleans is not in the grip of a neurosis of a denied past; it passes out memories generously like a great lord; it doesn't have to pursue "the real thing."

What does culture want? To make infinity comprehensible.

Yesterday's rose endures in its name, we hold empty names.

We are always remaking history. Our memory is always an interpretive reconstruction of the past, so is perspective.

If you interact with things in your life, everything is constantly changing. And if nothing changes, you're an idiot.

"Then we are living in a place abandoned by God," I said, disheartened. "Have you found any places where God would have felt at home?" William asked me, looking down from his great height.

Narrativity presumes a special taste for plot. And this taste for plot was always very present in the Anglo-Saxon countries and that explains their high quality of detective novels.