Chicago Quotes Novels & Stories

“Nothing for the press today huh?” “Yeah,” I replied. “No comments!” Grayham’s Granpa said when another reporter positioned a camera before him. We followed the guards into the hall and down the lobby. Then, we were led into a grand hall packed with the people who called the shots in Chicago city.

Next to it, a quote read: The best way to find out if you can trust someone is to trust them. “That’s the work of Black Crimson,” I said. “You like it?” “It’s breathtaking,” she murmured. “And the quote sounds like someone famous should’ve written it.” “Someone famous did write it. Ernest Hemingway,” I said. When she glanced at me, I shrugged. “I had to look it up after the first time I saw the painting.” Nodding, she glanced back over her shoulder to take in the last of the masterpiece before we’d driven past it completely. Turning forward again, she asked, “Who’s Black Crimson?”

she adds then walks away. I stand there feeling like a fool and a disregarded tool while only one thought circles my mind. I don't want to be here. *~* I traipse down the streets of Chicago without care about where my legs take me and under pouring rain, making the street less busy with splashing cars and people.

Avelyn replied lazily. Then Avelyn chose to pay attention to every scene on the busy streets of Chicago that she was about to leave. Cafes, pedestrians who always fill the sidewalks, then the sound of honking their horns when they don't want to give in to another car is something that is so interesting to see at this time.

The rain in Chicago didn't just fall; it wept, blurring the neon lights into smeared streaks of neon blue and sickly yellow. Dante sat in the front seat of his black SUV, parked three blocks away from a burner-phone shop in a neighborhood the police had long since abandoned.

“Why does your idea of fun always have to include bars and alcohol? We’re in Chicago for crying out loud! I want to have the special Chicago deep-dish pizza, Mapo Tofu at Lao Sze Chuan…Chicago style Hot-Dogs…Tamales from the Authentic Tamale Guys…and so, so much more!” “That’s a lot on your list.” Draco laughed at my enthusiasm. “You sure you’ll be able to finish all of that?” “Well, I have you here for a reason.” I waved off his concern with a flick of my wrist. “The point is…when in Chicago, let’s go have fun the Chicago way!” “Look who’s back to being all bubbly and butterflies.” Draco lowered his head to rub his nose against mine. “I thought you were being all down and sulky, but turns o

“We… lost one of our ships… and we have some problems.” I gave him an unimpressed look and glanced at the bouncer again. This time the bulky man added more pressure, drawing a hoarse shriek out of Calvin's throat. “Fine!” he cried out. “We… might lose everything we have! That's why I'm here... in Chicago... I came to make a deal...”

The light from the city skyline caught the gold of his watch, a steady, rhythmic glint that felt like a countdown. "I’m calculating," I said, walking to the window. The rain had stopped, leaving the city below shimmering like a circuit board. "I just threatened to dismantle the entire Chicago Outfit. If I don't keep my heart-beat check-ins active, I’ve essentially signed a death warrant for every man in that room. Including you, Enzo."

“The life I have with you—our daughter, the farm, the township—that’s me. All of it exists because of you.” *Juliet* Sam’s discomfiture doesn’t ease as the car makes its way along the busy streets. Since we have time, and neither Sam nor I has been here, at least in any capacity that we remember, we take a scenic route along the Chicago river, through Logan and Palmer Squares.

I wanted to lean closer, to let this moment stretch, but caution held me, a whisper of Chicago’s dangers. I set my glass down, my voice tentative. “I used to call this city home,” I said, the confession slipping out, unbidden. “Chicago—it’s where I lost my mom, where my marriage broke. Being here again… it’s like stepping into a memory I’d rather forget.”