Michael Connelly Quotes

All his life he believed he was slumming toward something good. That there was meaning. In the youth shelter, the foster homes, the Army and Vietnam, and now the department, he always carried the feel...

All his life he believed he was slumming toward something good.

And what's with all the names on the new list? I've got kids I'd like to spend time with tonight.Give it to Lankford. He has the time. I think he ate his kids.

Anything else I should know,

Are you shitting me? Chu cried, fully turned in his seat now. Are you fucking shitting me?

Aronson split off to go back to work on

Aronson was getting at the fine line between seeking the truth and seeking a verdict in your client’s favor. They weren’t always the same thing.

Bag the hands, Bosch said to him,

Ballard killed the engine but sat in her city ride for a moment. She had parked in front of the gap between two houses and could look out at the lights of the city spreading in a vast carpet below. No...

Bosch took a step toward him. Olivas, let’s get something clear before we go anywhere. You call me ‘Hotshot’ again and I’m going to shove the file up your ass without taking it out of my briefcase.

Brasher was alone with Stokes his calling might distract her and

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 th...

But too much going with the flow is heading us into the sewer...

Chapter 4

Civil unrest occurs when the feelings of overwhelming powerlessness hit critical mass.

Dedication

EVEN THOUGH I KNEW it was going to be what she would ask me, Graciela McCaleb’s request gave me pause. Terry McCaleb had died on his boat a month earlier. I had read about it in the Las Vegas Sun. It...

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

Everybody is looking for redemption. For something.

Everybody seemed to be on a cell phone. The marble floor and high ceiling took all of the voices and multiplied them into a fierce cacophony of white noise.