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.
Michael ConnellyI'm a pretty harsh critic when it comes to my own stuff or things that come from my work.
Michael ConnellyI'm a disciple of Raymond Chandler, who said in his essays that there's a quality of redemption in anything that can be called art.
Michael Connelly