Quotes from Robert B. Parker

And she pressed closer to me and we were silent and I smelled her, and felt her and listened to her, and knew that if I had nothing else but this, this would be enough.

He owes us more then that.

Do you have a diagnosis?" "It's what in my profession we call characterological." "Which means you haven't an explanation." "Basically yes," Susan said. "It's simply how you are." "You sure?" "Yes.

We're fifteen," he said. "And we found each other already? Is that possible? Can you find somebody at fifteen?

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Words can," Susan said. "And tone of voice. You're just so goddamned autonomous that you won't explain yourself to anybody.

Susan always claimed that when I ate a sub I looked like I'd fought with it.

by anonymous accusations of infidelity?" I said. Susan smiled. "Fancy talk for a guy with an eighteen-inch neck," she said. "I been bopping a shrink," I said.

They are more inclined to think you're innocent if you sound like Barbara Walters," Rita said. "You think Barbara would be a good date?" "Oh, oink," Rita said.

One must have a mind of winter, I thought, to behold the nothing that is not there and the nothing that is. - from The Snow Man, by Wallace Stevens

Check the parking lots, too, for the car.

When in doubt do something; and hope that if you keep doing it you'll come to understand what it is.

She rearranged her legs again. If she kept doing that, it was possible that I might begin to bugle like a stallion. Which would not be dignified. Beth

seem an honest man, sir," she said. " Ã¢â'¬ËœLet be be the end of seem,' Ã¢â'¬Â I said. She smiled faintly. " Ã¢â'¬ËœThe only emperor,' Ã¢â'¬Â she said, " Ã¢â'¬Ëœis the emperor of ice-cream.' Ã¢â'¬Â "Very good

There was no way to tell, looking at me, that I only had $387 in the bank. Three-piece

You wanted me to insist. You wanted me to win the argument." "Wanted is too simple," Susan said. She had shifted her gaze from her martini to the ongoing afternoon outside her kitchen window. "I wanted and didn't want. I needed both my autonomy and your protection. By acting the way I did, I managed to have both.

It was 5:30 in the morning. Healy and I were drinking coffee out of thick white mugs at the counter of a small diner on Route 20. I felt the way you feel when you've been up all night and drunk too much coffee. If I still smoked, I would have drunk too much coffee and smoked too many cigarettes and felt worse. It wasn't much in the way of consolation. But one makes do.

And I've met a very wonderful woman," I said. "They're all wonderful," Haller said. "Well, many of them," I said. "I love them," Haller said. "The way they talk, how they smell, the way they touch their hair, everything." "I know," I said.

But procedure is procedure," I said. "Un-huh." "Why I left the cops," I said. "You left the cops because they canned your ass for being an insubordinate fucking hot dog," Healy said. "Well, yeah," I said. "That too.

Her breasts were good, her thighs were terrific. When she shook hands with me, I felt something click down back of my solar plexus.

You do the best you can, as decently as you can, and you accept the consequences.

Dewar's and water," I said. "Yes. I don't care really, but everyone at work says if you don't order by name they give you bar whiskey.

I had my arm around her shoulder. She had her head against my neck. "Postcoital languor," she said, "is almost as good as inducing it.

No olive?" I said. "Only a fucking beast would have an olive in his martini," Cosgrove said.