“I spread my arms wide like a minister in front of his flock. "My pulpit is the well of the courtroom. I preach to the twelve apostles, the gods of guilt." Valenzula casually looked at me. "Yeah, well, whatever. It's… — Michael Connelly Copy Share
“Everybody has a jury, the voices they carry inside. Earl Briggs sits on my jury, Gloria Dayton, too. They are there with Katie and Sandy, my mother, my father, and soon Legal Siegel as well. Those I have loved and… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
It's about being fair. It's about Black Lives Matter. Yes, they matter. Everybody counts or nobody counts, and I think if more cops had… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
“Someone’s coming.” Terry McCaleb looked at his wife and then followed her eyes down to the winding road below. He could see the golf… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
“There is no end of things in the heart. Somebody once told me that. She said it came from a poem she believed in. 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 matter what happened, it would be there… — Michael Connelly Copy Share
I chose deliberately for Harry Bosch to age chronologically with the books. — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
“Are you okay?” he asked. “I’m fine, yeah,” she said. She wiped tears off her cheeks. “Somebody who totally fucked me over died today,” she said. “Then why are you sad?” he asked. “I mean, fuck him. If it was a him.” “I don’t know. I guess because it means what he did can never be changed. His death makes… — Michael Connelly Copy Share
“At the bottom of the hill, after Boston College, the route passes St. Ignatius Church on the right. It was here that textile worker Doroteo Flores of Guatemala was running down the hill in 1952 when he looked to the church for support. He had hoped that a win at the world’s greatest race might help him to find employment… — Michael Connelly Copy Share
“He said no. He said, in very fine English, ‘I buy, I don’t sell.’ Then he escorted me out. But I think that was… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
“Living in L.A. sometimes felt like you were riding shotgun with the devil to the apocalypse.” — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
“The paying jobs were few and she was often taken advantage of by the leeches who were part of the entertainment industry. But she… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
“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… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
