Quotes from Marcia Clark

CAR TAPE. October 1994. I'd like to see us abolish the jury system. Why leave the fate of our nation in the hands of these moon rocks?

What can I do for you, Detective?' he said cheerily, smiling and nodding at Bailey. What was I, chopped liver? I had a badge too. Maybe I should've shown it to him. Maybe I should've shown him my gun too.

By virtue of his celebrity, he would be coddled by worshipful cops, pumped up by star-fucking attorneys, indulged by a spineless judge, and adored by jurors every bit as addled by racial hatred as their counterparts on the Rodney King jury. O. J. Simpson slaughtered two innocent people, and he walked free—right past the most massive and compelling body of physical evidence ever assembled against a criminal defendant. I am not bitter. I am angry.

Misery spreads out from a murder in ripples, blighting everything it touches.

Even a clock that's broken is right twice a day.

I'd seen all the ingredients; I'd just refused to see what they made. So

Besides, it's possible he's not guilty." I laughed so hard I had to put down my fries. I

Work offers a defensible escape from a private life on the skids. Working myself to the point of exhaustion left me feeling purified. Exhilarated. I think it also gave me a sense that I was cheating mortality.

Search warrant or no, it always felt weird to me to walk into the house of a stranger. But there's also a voyeuristic fascination: what a person chooses to surround himself with tells you a lot about him.

But of one thing I was certain. I couldn't undo four hundred years of social injustice with a pretty dress and a soft voice.

GET THE ASSHOLE WHO DID THIS! #justiceforchloe OMG I LOVED HER!! #tragedy MY FAVORITE ON DARK CORNERS! NOOOOO! #chloeforever

I raised an eyebrow. Since when did they need real news to justify the slugfest? Barry gave me a knowing smile behind the assistant's back as he ducked into his studio.

It's the Law of Douche Bags. Douche bags walk away with enough holes in them to look like a colander, while good guys go down for the count with one random punch to the head. Sheri—one

Talking to my mother was about as much fun as chewing a ball of tinfoil with a mouthful of fillings.

Three—police jargon for a sirens-on emergency.

Denial is sometimes the only comfort you can offer yourself. Because once you let yourself feel, the misery is endless.

Slide by with a lie; don't admit it till you quit it. It

No civil servant takes a window for granted.

But how can you expect a clown to stop a circus? Bill

Even our phone calls were like crawling naked across a field of broken glass.

I hated myself for being so weak. I seemed to have no real personality of my own. Gaby was the mirror in which I saw myself.

But there's a small percentage who are nothing but born predators. And for them, no amount of good parenting, quality schooling, or therapy sessions will ever make a bit of difference.

When I walk into court, I'm not concerned about justice, the rule of law, or making sure it's a fair fight. Fuck fair. I'm there to protect my client. That's where my duty begins and ends. But

her family." "And how long have you been a criminalist for the Scientific Investigation Division here in Los Angeles?" "Four years." Gelfer had calmed down now and seemed