the city that dreams stories.

[l Description of poetry:] It’s better to let others describe it, … The language of Saje’s poems dares the world to be delightful and I’m delighted to see it rise to the challenge. Guillevic once...

Two-thirds of what we call New Orleans culture is really myth-making, … People feed myths of the city back to the city. These myths are now in pieces.

Cookbooks bear the same relation to real books that microwave food bears to your grandmother’s.

[Many have been speculating on the future of New Orleans. Reading these stories has given me hope that it has one. New Orleans is an] intoxicating brew of rotting and generating, a feeling of death...

Our secrets, odd or not, are the pins that keep our inner life in place: the inform our psyche with meaning.

The fact is we all know that there exists in the world an order different from that in which we pass our days. If we reveal its existence people think that we are crazy.

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

With the sound of gusting wind in the branches of the language trees of Babel, the words gave way like leaves, and every reader glimpsed another reality hidden in the foilage.

Nosferatu is the daddy of modern American sex.