That's The Irony In The

As A Reporter, You Develop An Ear For Dialogue Because It's Your Job To Capture It Accurately.

What Is Jealousy But A Reflection Of Your Own Failures?

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.

To Write More From Memory And To Be More Creative - I Think - Because I Am Still Writing About Los Angeles But I Can't Walk Out My Door And Immediately Drive To Places I Am Writing About. So I Think It Has Been A Very Good Change For Me After 11 Books To Start Writing This Way.

I Was Enamored Of Detectives As A Teenager. I Liked What They Did - Piecing Things Together, Thinking About Situations. But To Get There? Eight To Ten Years In A Patrol Car? I Didn't Have That In Me. I Didn't Want To Tell People What To Do.