Chicago is an October sort of city even in spring.
Loving Chicago is like loving a woman with a broken nose.
For the masses who do the city's labor also keep the city's heart.
The great trains howling from track to track all night. The taut and telegraphic murmur of ten thousand city wires, drawn most cruelly against a city sky. The rush of city waters, beneath the city streets. The passionate passing of the night's last El.
(Chicago is) the only major city in the country where you can easily buy your way out of a murder rap.