An Open Window On Chicago Quotes & Sayings

I've been really lucky to work with some of the best writers in the business. — Cullen Bunn

I believe in a girl being fitted to earn her own living whether she ever has to or not. You'll — L.M. Montgomery

When you have a lot of opportunities, which I am blessed to have had in terms of my work, you get into the habit of not paying attention to certain specifics. And as we get busy, anything we do is the same thing. — Jake Gyllenhaal

It is a deformity in some 'radicals' to imagine that, once they have found the lowest or meanest motive for an action or for a person, they have correctly identified the authentic or 'real' one. Many a purge or show trial has got merrily under way in this manner. — Christopher Hitchens

enraptured in hypnotic war — Allen Ginsberg

She laid her head against his collarbone, and he kissed her temple. To her shock, she felt a shudder roll through his body about the same time she registered wetness against her skin. Tears. His tears.
She started to turn around, but he tightened his grip.
"Stay," he said in a choked voice. "Just let me hold you, baby. Just let me hold you. — Maya Banks

Electric Networks spread fear of murder on the streets — Allen Ginsberg

The ancient Masters were profound and subtle.
Their wisdom was unfathomable.
There is no way to describe it;
all we can describe is their appearance.
They were careful
as someone crossing an iced-over stream.
Alert as a warrior in enemy territory.
Courteous as a guest.
Fluid as melting ice.
Shapable as a block of wood.
Receptive as a valley.
Clear as a glass of water.
Do you have the patience to wait
till your mud settles and the water is clear?
Can you remain unmoving
till the right action arises by itself?
The Master doesn't seek fulfillment..
Not seeking, not expecting,
she is present, and can welcome all things. — Lao-Tzu

Out the window in the distance, contradicting the prairie, a mirage of downtown Chicago ascended to a kind of lurid acropolis, its light as if from nightly immolation warped to the red end of the spectrum, smoldering as if always just about to explode into open flames. — Thomas Pynchon

Eat Eat said the sign — Allen Ginsberg