You see, the past is what you make of it. You can use it to hurt yourself or others or you can use it to make yourself strong.
You build a city in the desert, water it with false hopes and false idols, and eventually this is what happens. The desert reclaims it, turns it arid, leaves it barren. Human tumbleweeds drift across...
Writing does for me what you got in that glass does for you. If I can write about it, I can understand it. And I can put it in the ground. That’s all I want to do.
When you walked the dog, did you see anything unusual on the street? Ballard asked the old woman. Anybody out of place? No, nothing unusual, Lantana said. Is there any construction on the street? Work...
What’s your point, Legal? The point is that there are plenty of people out there judging us every day of our lives and for every move we make. The gods of guilt are many. You don’t need to add to them...
We are all circling the drain, he thought. Some are closer to the black hole than others;
Un juicio es un concurso de mentiras. Y en la sala todo el mundo lo sabe.
They were going through the Cahuenga Pass. Bosch looked out his window and up the hillside, searching for his house nestled in among the others in the folds of the mountain. He thought he saw a glimps...
There was an engine approaching. Sounded like a truck to the boy. And now he thought he could hear the crunching of tires on the gravel access road that skirted the reservoir.
There is no end of things in the heart. ...she understood it to mean that if you took something to heart, really brought it inside those red velvet folds, then it would always be there for you. No mat...
The world was full of people who could not get over things. There was no closure and there was no peace. The truth did not set you free. But you could get through things. That’s what Bosch would tell...
The song was Somewhere Over the Rainbow, and she produced a sound from the horn that no human voice could ever touch. It was plaintive and sad but it came with an undeniable wave of underlying hope. I...
The next message was from Roy Lindell. He also followed the standard of brevity. All right, asshole, I’ve got something for you. Call me.
The art of sports writing always amazed me. Nine out of ten times the reader already knows the outcome of your story before reading it. They know who won, they probably even watched the game. But they...
She was pretty pissed off, in fact, that she was under arrest and not going to be able to get her next fix in jail. You don’t sound like you have a lot of sympathy. I do to an extent. I’ve dealt with...
She had on a large blond wig, bright pink lipstick and enough makeup on her cheeks to frost a cupcake or
She came to the Cleopatra and her attention was immediately drawn to the side-by-side Tigris and Euphrates Towers. Her
Sex murders were usually the work of psychopaths and with that psychology was an innate ability to lie, to act, to feign surprise and horror when it was needed. Psychopaths were great liars.
McCaleb classified these cops as avenging angels. It had been his experience that these cop/angels were the best investigators he ever worked with. He also came to believe that they traveled closest t...
Lean in, invade that foot and a half that is all theirs, their own space. Lean back when you get what you want. It’s subliminal. Most of what goes on in a police interrogation has nothing to do with w...