Hunter Murphy Quotes

#1. Buddy ran down the road, turned into another street, and vanished as if he had never been there, like another ghost from New Orleans's past.

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#2. Deader than four o'clock.

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#3. A good crowd had formed along the sidewalk and the concrete ledge that bordered Louis Armstrong Park. The anticipation was dizzying...New Orleans had the big-boy parades and [Jackson & Billy] couldn't wait to attend a second line...

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#4. Toulouse Street ran one way toward the Mississippi River. Jackson looked over [Imogene's] head into one of those famous New Orleans courtyards, full of lush foliage, mossy brick, secrets, and wonder.

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#5. He sunk his head down, looking like a defeated giant out of some fairy tale.

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#6. He turned around to see the bass drum popping and the horn sections pointing their instruments to the balconies and sending glorious notes to the rooftops.

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#7. The morning sun in New Orleans felt like it was trying to make a point, convincing the old world to believe something new.

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#8. I've lived in this world a long time, and you can't change what you like, even if you'd want to.

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#9. The river breeze washed over him. He saw the magnificent views of the city and the bridge connecting Algiers Point to New Orleans. He marveled at the crescent shape of New Orleans as the ferry traveled nearly parallel to the curve in the Mississippi River.

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#10. It was one of those days in August where the road looks like an illusion, melting and changing shapes.

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#11. The only way he could truly stick out in New Orleans was if he were walking down the street on fire.

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#12. The sun's going down and there's nothing like a sunset in New Orleans. They say every woman looks beautiful by candlelight, and I say every city looks beautiful by sunset. This one's glorious.

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#13. Enormous oak trees towered over the boulevard, which boasted homes with fine woodwork, wraparound porches, and moss on the sidewalks. 'There's nothing like a house in New Orleans. Would you look at those balconies and columns?' He rolled his window down to take in the sounds of life in New Orleans.

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#14. Why you wanna treat Mama like she ain't got sense?

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#15. There was a warm breeze blowing in the car as they passed the mansions in the Garden District and they could smell the sweet aroma of the night-blooming jasmine. Soft light fell on the neutral ground along the streetcar tracks.

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#16. The carriage could only clop along at about ten miles per hour, which only accentuated Imogene's excitement. She urged it onward: "Fly, horse, fly!

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