“Bosch had never liked Las Vegas, though he came often on cases. It shared a kinship with Los Angeles; both were places… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
“ There is no client as scary as an innocent man. " J. Michael Haller, Criminal Defense Attorney, Los Angeles, 1962.” — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
“Hidden Highlands was maybe a little richer but not that different from many of the other small, wealthy and scared enclaves nestled… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
Los Angeles was the kind of place where everybody was from somewhere else and nobody really droppped anchor. It was a transient… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
When I was in college, there were dollar movie nights. I went to see 'The Long Goodbye,' which was based on one… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
I hate people thinking their city is unique, but there is a certain aura about Los Angeles; it's not necessarily a beautiful… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
To write more from memory and to be more creative - I think - because I am still writing about Los Angeles… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
“The rain continued through Monday morning and slowed Bosch’s drive into Brentwood to a frustrating crawl. It wasn’t heavy rain, but in… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
“Through political opportunism and ineptitude, the city had allowed the [police] department to languish for years as an understaffed and underequipped paramilitary… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
“The bag was a hybrid I had picked up at a store called Suitcase City while I was plotting my comeback. [...]… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
Now I'm writing about contemporary Los Angeles from memory. My process was to hang out, observe, research what I was writing about,… — 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.… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
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,”… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
“At the bottom of the hill, after Boston College, the route passes St. Ignatius Church on the right. It was here that textile worker… — Michael Connelly Copy Share Image
“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
