“Of all the Christbitten places in the two hemispheres, (Los Angeles) is the last curly kink in the pig's tail.”

“The little pig began to prayBut Wolfie blew his house away.He shouted, "Bacon, Pork, and Ham!Oh what a lucky wolf I am!"And though he ate the pig quite fast,He carefully kept the tail till last.”

“Bosch had never liked Las Vegas, though he came often on cases. It shared a kinship with Los Angeles; both were places desperate people ran to. Often, when they ran from Los Angeles, they came here. It was the only place left.”

“But Virginia, bacon is breafast. And nothing sets my nostrils twitching like bacon in the morning. Little pigs parading up and down with their curly cork screw tails... Bacon sizzling away on a iron frying pan. Baste it, roast it, toast it, nibble it, chew it, bite right through it, wobble it, gobble it, wrap it round a couple of chickens and am I ravenous!”

“A city with all the personality of a paper cup. (On Los Angeles)”

“The entrance to the Underworld is in Los Angeles.”