Quotes from Michael Connelly

Hopper's Nighthawks.

I nodded and looked behind her at the wall covered with photos and cards and newspaper clips. She had a classic headline from one of the New York tabs on the wall: "Headless Body in Topless Bar." You couldn't beat that one.

He didn't understand why he always saw people typing feverishly on their phones. He was sure it was some sort of warning, a sign of the decline

Success makes a lot of bad shit go away. So

Overreacting as usual," Bosch said. "One fire and they're all there, showing the flames. You know what that does? That's like throwing gasoline on it. It will spread now. People will see that in their living rooms and go outside to see what is happening. Groups will form, things will be said and people won't be able to back down from their anger. One thing will lead to another and we'll have our media-manufactured riot.

It was a place to drink alone. A place for executive suicides who needed courage, broken cops who couldn't cope with the loneliness they built into their lives, writers who could no longer write and priests who could no longer forgive even their own sins.

back." "Did you talk to somebody?" "Uh, no, I left a message with my guy over there.

Un juicio es un concurso de mentiras. Y en la sala todo el mundo lo sabe.

Every day you fight death with life and what is more vital in life than the physical act of love?

thanks to the many police officers who over the years have given me an insight into their jobs and lives. I also want to ackowledge Tom Mangold

financially. He gets so far upside down on his mortgage he's

But time has a way of changing things. It's a circle. It takes power away and gives it to those who once had none. Right now your father is the one who is destroyed.

He knew that you didn't win justice by carrying a sign or a cardboard coffin. You earned it by being on the side of the righteous, by being unswayed from that

But before I left," Rider continued, "I learned enough to know that most often sexual abuse of children comes from inside the family, relatives or close friends. The boogey monsters who climb through the window and abduct are few and far between.

might be followed. They were the hunters, not the prey. Bosch wondered what Lewis and Clarke were doing. Did they expect that he

Bosch now recognized it as an action of regret. The killer covered his victim's face so he would no longer have to see it.

The past had a way of coming back up out of the ground. Always right below your feet.

The excitement and adrenaline that accompany a new case caused a false high that always wore off quickly.

What are you sorry about? It's not your fault.

traumas and depravities of childhood manifesting themselves in adulthood, often in repetitive behavior.

Better hope so," she said.

Bosch remembered that they had driven out to Malibu to eat breakfast at a place called Marmalade and afterward had watched the surfers at a nearby beach.

Suitcase City wasn't a store. It was a place. It was Los Angeles. Los Angeles was the kind of place where everybody was from somewhere else and nobody really dropped anchor. It was a transient place.

It was simply a belief in the idea that an enlightened society did not kill its own.