Reading Mission To Paris Is Like Sipping

I Thought I'd Go To A Bookstore And See What Moved Me.

It Was So Easy To Disappear, So Easy To Deny Knowledge, So Very Easy In The Smoke And Din To Mask That Something Dark Had Taken Root. This Was Chicago, On The Eve Of The Greatest Fair In History.

Whenever I Finish A Book, I Start With A Blank Slate And Never Have Ideas Lined Up.

Place Has Always Been Important To Me, And One Thing Today's Chicago Exudes, As It Did In 1893, Is A Sense Of Place. I Fell In Love With The City, The People I Encountered, And Above All The Lake And Its Moods, Which Shift So Readily From Season To Season, Day To Day, Even Hour To Hour.

Great Murderers, Like Great Men In Other Walks Of Activity, Have Blue Eyes.