The Black Echo Quotes

“You can't patch a wounded soul with a Band-Aid.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“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 Connelly, The Black Echo

“He [Harry Bosch] defined good company not by the conversation but by the lack of it. When there was no need to talk to feel comfortable, that was the right company”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“Out of the blue and into the black is what they called going into a tunnel. Each one was a black echo. Nothing but death in there. But, still, they went.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“But too much going with the flow is heading us into the sewer...”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“He defined good company not by the conversation but by the lack of it. When there was no need to talk to feel comfortable, that was the right company.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“The pages were yellowed and had gone to brown at the edges. They were brittle, much like the memories the photos evoked.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“There was more silence and Bosch pictured his partner on the other end of the line in a $900 suit and a bankrupt frown.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“We want the truth, Detective. You are confusing that with what we choose to tell the public.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“You can’t patch a wounded soul with a Band-Aid.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“Did you ever hear what J. Edgar Hoover said about justice?” she asked. “He probably said a lot, but I don’t recall any of it offhand.” “He said that justice is incidental to law and order. I think he was right.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“There was no going back to repair what had happened. You can’t patch a wounded soul with a Band-Aid.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“That’s the problem here. It’s Sunday. Everybody wants to go home. Play golf. Sell houses. Watch the ballgame. Nobody cares one way or the other. Just going through the motions.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“paper bags, empty wine bottles, cotton balls, used syringes, newspaper bedding – the debris of the homeless and addicted.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“He was a worn-out old man whose eyes had quit caring about anything but the odds on three-year-olds.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“Bremmer stared uneasily and Bosch dismissed him with his hand. The reporter closed the door and went to his own car.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“Non… Gratum… Anum… Ro—’ I can’t make that out.” “Rodentum,” Bosch said. Sakai looked at him. “Dog Latin,” Bosch told him. “Not worth a rat’s ass. He was a tunnel rat. Vietnam.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“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 Connelly, The Black Echo

“Sonny”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“wait”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“body and used a scalpel to make a T-incision in the”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“part”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“named Rourke as Meadows’s CO. “The inside man. What do you”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“Maybe”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“The freeway was thick with a stinking, polluting mass of moving steel.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“The sky was the color of bleached jeans and the air was invisible and clean and smelled like fresh green peppers.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“The setting sun burned the sky pink and orange in the same bright hues as surfers’ bathing suits. It was a 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 Connelly, The Black Echo

“I’ve been working since six last night and this is the seventh scene I’ve been to. We got drive-bys, floaters, a sex case. People are dying to meet us, Bosch.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo

“Era imposible volver atrás para reparar lo que había ocurrido; es inútil poner una tirita sobre un alma herida.”
― Michael Connelly, El eco negro

“You’re in serious trouble, Bosch. You get it?” “Yeah, I get it. Thanks for the tip. I got one for you, too. Go back to the leisure suit you used to wear before you became Irving’s bendover. You know, the yellow thing that matched your teeth. The polyester does more for you than the silk. In fact, one of the guys out there in the bullpen mentioned that the ass end of that suit is getting shiny, all the work you do riding a desk.”
― Michael Connelly, The Black Echo