For the masses who do the city's labor also keep the city's heart.

... Chicago divided your heart. Leaving you loving the joint for keeps. Yet knowing it never can love you.

Any writer who knows what he's doing isn't doing very much.

Never play cards with a man called Doc. Never eat at a place called Mom's. Never sleep with a woman whose troubles are worse than your own.

The Impossible Generalized Man today is the critic who believes in loving those unworthy of love as well as those worthy -yet believes this only insofar as no personal risk is entailed. Meaning he loves no one, worthy or no. This is what makes him impossible.

Literature is made upon any occasion that a challenge is put to the legal apparatus by conscience in touch with humanity.

It is strange how fragile this man-creature is.....in one second he's just garbage. Garbage, that's all.