Love is a hole in the heart

Prejudice is a raft onto which the shipwrecked mind clambers and paddles to safety

We looked on the hopheads, crooks and gunsels and on their bawdy ladies as members of a family among whom we were privileged to move. There was no caste system, moral or social, in our manners

Chicago is a sort of journalistic Yellowstone Park, offering haven to a last herd of fantastic bravos

The rule in the art world is: you cater to the masses or you kowtow to the elite; you can't have both