Chicago Is An October Sort Of City

The Devil Lives In A Double-shot", Roman Explains Himself Obscurely. "i Got A Great Worm Inside. Gnaws And Gnaws. Every Day I Drown Him And Every Day He Gnaws. Help Me Drown The Worm, Fellas.

Chicago Is An October Sort Of City Even In Spring.

Yet Once You've Come To Be Part Of This Particular Patch, You'll Never Love Another. Like Loving A Woman With A Broken Nose, You May Well Find Lovelier Lovelies. But Never A Lovely So Real.

...he Said, With Sort Of A Little Derisive Smile, "how Can You Walk Down The Street With All This Stuff Going On Inside You?" I Said, "i Don't Know How You Can Walk Down The Street With Nothing Going On Inside You.

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