Any Writer Who Knows What He's Doing

Any Writer Who Knows What He's Doing Isn't Doing Very Much.

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.

The Only Way I Could Finish A Book And Get A Plot Was Just To Keep Making It Longer Until Something Happens.

And Never, Ever, No Matter What Else You Do In Your Whole Life, Never Sleep With Anyone Whose Troubles Are Worse Than Your Own.