Everybody has a need for their past, Bosch thought. Sometimes it pulls harder on you than the future.
If you get into a game of talking to the media, you keep the story alive. Information is oxygen. Without it they die.
Are you like him?” she asked. “Who?” “Timido. Alone out there in the dark world.” “Sometimes. Everybody is sometimes.
I found out who I was.
I once read a book about a reporter written by a reporter who described the life as always running in front of a thresher. I thought it was the most accurate description I’d read.
He looked at the old case file he had pulled and still held in his hand. He put the phone down on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch and opened the file.
For Bosch such cynical thoughts came easily. He had been around the block a few times.
On my way out of rent-a-car row I saw a sign with an arrow pointing the way to Paradise Road. I thought that everybody needed a sign like that. I wished that it was that easy.
The pages were yellowed and had gone to brown at the edges. They were brittle, much like the memories the photos evoked.
He knew that you didn’t win justice by carrying a sign or a cardboard coffin. You earned it by being on the side of the righteous, by being unswayed from that.
Darkness waits. All things come to the dark.
Aronson was getting at the fine line between seeking the truth and seeking a verdict in your client’s favor. They weren’t always the same thing.
Through studying the past we learn our future.
Ten years might as well be a hundred if you are doing time for a crime you didn’t commit, he said.
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. I’m strong, Harry. Now, tell me why you came to vist me today.
Civil unrest occurs when the feelings of overwhelming powerlessness hit critical mass.
She had said she was strong but he knew that comfort and strength could come from sadness. That was what she had.
We want the truth, Detective. You are confusing that with what we choose to tell the public.
Guilt,” he said. “You have to get by it. Let the ghosts go or they’ll take you under and you’ll never be the lawyer you are supposed to be. You will never see the big picture.
Little Peter’s,” Soto said.