Quotes from Lee Goldberg

Mong Kok is where old, traditional Hong Kong and the contemporary, future-leaning city collide like a speeding Lamborghini into a bus full of retirees on their way to a bingo parlor

Syria, Virginia.

feeling her tiny hand in his somehow made him feel stronger, that he could take on anything if that's what it took to keep her safe. With just that touch, his own life took second place to hers.

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The cabin was like a production designer's idea of a mountain retreat. All that was missing was an elk's head mounted on the stone fireplace.

Monk came out of the kitchen with a glass of milk.

As soon as the pizza was ready, Monk cut it into eight even slices.

Joe ordered a steak, well-done

don't know how much of this book has become reality in the time between when I finished writing it and when it ended up in your hands. My fear is that a lot of it has . .

How often do you provide this important service for people who aren't zillionaires, celebrities, or Hollywood power players?

The imperfect squares would be sorted out of his bowl before he poured in the milk.

Yeah," Snell said, waving a Ferrari past the truck but looking at Eve as he did it, "the same people you're giving blow jobs to every day to get your TV show. The only difference between you and Detective Garvey is that he earned his badge and doesn't have to betray other cops to get ahead.

think two cops sucking hard at Hollywood's tit are in no position to be giving me any shit for offering a courtesy to a studio exec.

Fine." I turned and pinned him with the coldest, cruelest, most accusatory glare I could muster. "Do I still own a glass I can drink from instead?" He shifted in his seat. "I didn't think so.

Cannon, whose given name was Floyd Gruber, wore an elaborately embroidered Japanese silk kimono over his three-hundred-pound girth, and his crude oil black hair was tied into a tight man bun.

They ate some of the rancid, pasty glop the airport coffee shop called food. Just because they had a captive clientele next to the departure gates was all the reason the food operators needed to overcharge people for food that, Macklin thought, probably violated the Geneva Conventions, or at least the constitutional strictures against cruel and inhuman punishment

enjoy such quintessentially Chinese experiences as the Madame Tussauds wax museum, Kentucky Fried Chicken, and Sunglass Hut.

Karma," Duncan said, "will always piss on your new shoes.

The only baggage they brought with them was psychological.

But who needs memories, Ian thought, when you can have Instagram likes?

There was something about driving, about putting his troubles in the rearview mirror and looking at a ribbon of asphalt stretching out into infinity in front of him, that cleared his head, bringing him peace and perspective.

do it because the victim deserves a cop who will work the case instead of one who is more intent on figuring out how some poor bastard who got shot four times in the back, and got dumped on the jurisdictional line, can be written off as a suicide.

Shut away, drugged up, and silenced," Faust said. "I'm sure that's exactly what you'd prefer, because you don't want me, or anyone else, revealing the truth.

was how he imagined a rose garden would smell if somebody covered it with fertilizer, doused it with gasoline, set it on fire, and then put out the flames with buckets of horse piss.