Quotes from Michael Connelly

You don't put ice in Pappy Van Winkle.

True stories evolve as details are remembered and others are forgotten. A false story, one that has been rehearsed in the mind, usually remains constant.

People process and express shock and grief in different ways. Unusual behavior or a lack of obvious emotion should not be considered suspicious.

Nothing came up on the pubic comb, because you don't have a lot down there to comb. Bottom

aquella operación, los cajones acabaron en una disposición diferente: la correcta. Bosch estaba convencido de que alguien los había sacado todos para registrarlos por debajo y por detrás y luego los había vuelto a colocar en el lugar equivocado. Después

That's what my life was about for a long time," he added quietly. "I was searching out evil. That was my job. And I was good at it but in the long run it was better than me. It got the best of me. I think—no, I know—that's what took my heart.

I read once in a book that it doesn't matter if you're lying beneath a marble tombstone on a hill or at the bottom of an oil sump, when you're dead you're dead.

Do you know a six-letter word for a man of constant sorrow and loneliness?" she asked after sliding the window open and then checking her nail for damage. "Bosch.

batches of samples collected from

which were necessities.

I do know that jurors in general don't care for ponytails—on either the defendants or the lawyers who represent them.

momentos con Max. Posiblemente Hernandez se había

like a small room. Like a

This is a common practice. You go to a site and your ID is captured and sent on for marketing use elsewhere. It's essentially the origin of spam.

There is no sense in being haunted by good intentions.

need a driver for the next few days, maybe more. You want to do it, the job's yours. I'm paying ten bucks an hour plus any meals. You'd have to bring a book or something because there will be a lot of sitting around waiting for me.

They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Where the hell is Wuhan?" Bosch said. His words rescued me from the downward spiral of my thoughts. "Who?" I asked. He pointed to the radio. "Not who," he said. "It's a place somewhere in China. Were you listening?" "No, I was thinking," I said. "What was it?" "They've got a mystery virus over there, killing people." "Well, at least it's there and not here." "Yeah, for how long?

Cisco pointed south in the

a nolle pros—meaning no charges were ever filed against him. Allen was simply released.

government, a bureaucracy, a business. When there are no rules then corruption sets in like rust.

like the ghastly mouth in Edvard Munch's painting The Scream.

It's pretty clear if they can't defund us, they want to de-see us

humans will sink to the lowest depths if the right opportunity presents itself.