We're all seeking order. We're all seeking control.

You can't patch a wounded soul with a Band-Aid.

You know you're going to get burned from time to time. It's just part of the game. So when it happens you have to pick yourself up, dust yourself off and forget about it because they're about to snap the ball again.

The setting sun burned the sky pink and orange in the same bright hues as surfers' bathing suits. It was beautiful deception, Bosch thought, as he drove north on the Hollywood Freeway to home. Sunsets did that here. Made you forget it was the smog that made their colors so brilliant, that behind every pretty picture there could be an ugly story.

Can't complain because nobody listens.

What is important is not what you hear said, it's what you observe.

I think there's a general misconception that anything written quickly lacks quality, and I don't believe that.