... Chicago divided your heart. Leaving you loving the joint for keeps. Yet knowing it never can love you.
For the masses who do the city's labor also keep the city's heart.
And money can't buy everything. For example: poverty.
Any writer who knows what he's doing isn't doing very much.
Never eat in a place called 'Mom's'.
The only way I could finish a book and get a plot was just to keep making it longer until something happens.