Quotes About Ramirez

I know that on LAPD they have used psychics. They used it on the Hillside strangler case. I'm not sure on the Richard Ramirez case. I can't say one thing or another about it. I've read about it. I really don't have a lot to say about if it works or if it doesn't.

The weekend of September 28, Manny Barraza came up to Los Angeles with an agreement by which Richard would assign all the rights of his story to his sister Ruth. The district attorney's office repeatedly said it would not allow Ramirez to use funds from any sales of his story; such money, they said, would go to the victims. Nevertheless, Richard signed the agreement.

Toward the end of July, Richard reportedly told a sheriffs deputy that he was going to have one of his girls sneak a gun into the courtroom and he was going to shoot Halpin to death, then people in the audience, then himself. Security was already tight, but the bailiffs took Ramirez's alleged threat seriously, set up metal detectors, and searched everyone coming into the courtroom.

On May 21, Ramirez was back in court.

On the day of sentencing, the defense announced they would not be putting any witnesses on the stand on the defendant's behalf, calling it "a tactical decision." Richard would not be taking the stand, either. Tynan asked Richard if he was waiving his right to put on a defense and to speak on his behalf. Ramirez said yes.

Oxnard attorney Joseph Gallegos had heard that Ramirez was looking for new counsel. Gallegos had recently represented on murder charges a Mexican gang member who had been convicted and sentenced to twenty-seven years.

I've called for backup, Ramirez said. Great. It's been a long time since I visited a Master of the City with the police. How do you usually do it? Ramirez asked. Carefully, I said. Edward turned his head away and coughed. I think he was trying not to laugh, but you can never tell with Edward. Maybe he just had a tickle in his throat.

'The Sopranos' was a very East Coast show; 'Heroes' is more organically global.

Carlos was a character, a character fabricated by Ilich Ramirez Sanchez, fabricated by the secret services of the epoch, fabricated by the governments of the epoch, by the radical groups of the epoch, by the communications media.

So, really, this was all Ramirez's fault. (What can I say? Twelve years of Catholic school had taught me how to reassign guilt with the best of them.)

You have a gun! Why didn't you use it on Ramirez? Jesus, you hit him with your pocketbook like some sissy girl.

A 6-foot bronze globe stood in front of the tunnel entrance, and in brass letters above the heavy wooden doorway a proud sign spelled out Ramirez's dream: Instituto Geofísico de los Andes Colombiano.

That, I said, is an awfully lovely woman. I thought I should let you know, kid, in case your inexperience had blinded you to the fact. Lying, Ramirez stated, blushing. Evil.