The only way I could finish a book and get a plot was just to keep making it longer until something happens.
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.
And money can't buy everything. For example: poverty.
To literary critics a book is assumed to be guilty until it proves itself innocent.
It is strange how fragile this man-creature is.....in one second he's just garbage. Garbage, that's all.