Chicago Quotes Novels & Stories

I said, leaning over the desk. “Boss … words rarely fail me but this had me speechless … believe me when I tell you … it’s your lucky motherfucking day,” he said, opening his laptop. I grinned, hardly able to stand it. “Just tell me, out with it,” I said, getting to my feet. “She’s HERE, in Chicago,” he said, turning around his screen. “No fucking way,” I said, falling to my seat. “Whoa whoa, I wanna know,” Mickey said, falling over himself to look.

“I'm from Chicago. We treat emotional comfort like a contagious disease.” That actually got a quiet laugh out of him. It hit me weirdly hard. Dante didn't laugh often and when he did, it always felt slightly accidental. “You're different here,” he said after a moment. I looked at him carefully. “Different how?” “You stop expecting hostility before entering rooms.” The answer landed more directly than I expected. I folded my arms loosely against the cold. “Chicago teaches you anticipation.” “Yes.” “You say that like an experience.” His gaze shifted briefly toward the street before returning to me.

"Remember one thing: this is Chicago, Liliana. The city belongs to us. We are the judge, jury, and executioner." "A tyrant, you mean." "I am rarely wrong about certain predictions. I think we will have another chance of acquaintance."

I say. And outside, Chicago does what Chicago does on a Wednesday evening in November. Keeps going. Ordinary and enormous. Making room for everything.

I let them talk, and turned my attention to Zarek, who smoked like his life depended on it, but that's Zarek we're talking about. "New York smelled different from Chicago. I can't even say I hate it." He said in Italian, and exhaled smoke. "The city is ours now, you can't hate it, brother." I smiled, and kept the conversation in Italian. "Of course I don't. Heard there's more Russians and Columbians here, Should be a lot of fun." A whole lot of fun.

And with that, they set off into the depths of the city, their fate intertwined in ways they could never have imagined. As they navigated the labyrinthine streets of Chicago, Antonio led Amari through the maze of alleys and backstreets, each step bringing them closer to the heart of darkness he had alluded to. The city seemed to pulse with a life of its own, its streets teeming with activity even as the shadows whispered secrets that sent shivers down Amari's spine.

I finally asked, my voice sounding much smaller than I intended. “To Chicago,” he answered, as casually as if he were telling me the time. I actually turned my head toward him because I thought I had misheard. “What?” “We are going to Chicago.” The tone he used gave nothing away. No explanation. No apology. No concern. Just a statement, absolute and unchangeable. For a moment I wanted to laugh because there was no way he meant that literally. People like him joked strangely sometimes. At least that’s what I told myself.

“That was what I did. Now, do you remember what happened next?” I take a deep breath and close my eyes. “Can we please forget that part?” “Nope. Never. When it comes to you, I don’t want to ever forget a second. And I want to keep learning. Tell me something about you that I don’t know.” “I love New York pizza.” He shakes his head. “No way. Cop-out answer. Everyone loves New York pizza. It’s the best in the whole world. Tell me something else.” “Well, I have family in Illinois who would wholeheartedly disagree. Chicago has pretty good pizza, too.”

"When you get to Chicago, can you bring me something back?" "What would you like?" She rested her chin on both hands. "Anything." I smiled. "That's not very helpful." "It doesn't matter." She grinned. "I just want something that came from Chicago." I looked at Theo. "And you?" He closed his magazine. "A robotics journal would be nice." Lena looked at him. "That's boring." "It isn't." "It is." He reached for his glass. "You'll forget about your souvenir in a week." "I will not."

I let out a long sigh. “Nope, I think this is the perfect time. Nothing’s ever too early or too late. But tell me, why did you choose Chicago?” I looked up at the darkening night sky and repeated Daxton’s question in my mind. Why Chicago? “I don’t know. After hopping from one city to another, this was the only place that came to mind as my next destination.” I had already given a similar answer to Daxton last night, but I didn’t want to bring that conversation here again.