It was so easy to disappear, so easy to deny knowledge, so very easy in the smoke and din to mask that something dark had taken root. This was Chicago, on the eve of the greatest fair in history.
Leaves hung in the stillness like hands of the newly dead.
Great murderers, like great men in other walks of activity, have blue eyes.
Whenever I finish a book, I start with a blank slate and never have ideas lined up.
Chicago has disappointed her enemies and astonished the world
I thought I'd go to a bookstore and see what moved me.