I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one.

Mrs. Reilly called in that accent that occurs south of New Jersey only in New Orleans, that Hoboken near the Gulf of Mexico.

Leaving New Orleans also frightened me considerably. Outside of the city limits the heart of darkness, the true wasteland begins.

On the prow of the wagon, in an attempt to attract business among the Quarterites, Ignatius taped a sheet of Big Chief paper on which he had printed in crayon: TWELVE INCHES (12) OF PARADISE. So far no one had responded to its message.

I once paddled a canoe the length of the Mississippi River all the way from Itasca to New Orleans.

New Orleans is like the bad-kid island in 'Pinocchio.'