No one cared what St. Louis thought, although the city got a wink for pluck.
Whenever I finish a book, I start with a blank slate and never have ideas lined up.
I like all kinds of music, though I tend to prefer jazz and classics.
I must confess a shameful secret: I love Chicago best in the cold.
Beneath the stars the lake lay dark and sombre," Stead wrote, "but on its shores gleamed and glowed in golden radiance the ivory city, beautiful as a poet's dream, silent as a city of the dead.
The intermittent depression that had shadowed him throughout his adult life was about to envelop him once again.