Of the things men give each other the greatest is loyalty.
Chicago is a sort of journalistic Yellowstone Park, offering haven to a last herd of fantastic bravos.
The honors Hollywood has for the writer are as dubious as tissue-paper cuff links.
I have known a number of Don Juans who were good studs and who cavorted between the sheets without a psychiatrist to guide them. But most of the busy love-makers I knew were looking for masculinity rather than practicing it. They were fellows of dubious lust.
He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.
They're a symbol of the whole town, pretending to fight, love, weep and laugh all the time - and they're phonies, all of them. And I head the list...their phony hearts were dripping with the milk of human kindness.