Quotes from J.D. Robb

Her killer wrote a note on that stationary.""A note." Now Renquist's eyebrows lifted. "Well. That was rather arrogant of him, wasn't it?

You know, lieutenant, you wear your weapon the way other women wear pearls. It's not a fashion accessory.

Unnerved, Summerset moved quickly to the communication center. Roarke, the lieutenant has just come in from outside. She wore no outer gear. She looks very bad. Where is she? She's heading up. Roarke, I insulted her and...she apologized to me. Something must be done.

What's your status? she asked him. Healthy, wealthy, and wise. What's yours? Ha. Mean, crafty, and rude.

If you tried to touch my woman she'd break your dick off like a twig then stick it up your arse.

Roarke: You'd enjoy flying more if you'd learn the controls. Eve: I'd rather pretend I'm on the ground. Roarke: And how many vehicles have you wrecked, had blown up, or destroyed in the last, oh, two years? Eve: Think about that, then imagine it happening when I'm at the wheel at thirty thousand feet. Roarke: Good point. I'll do the flying.

but even strong women need an arm to lean on now and then. (Anna Whitney in Glory in Death)

Fine, you do that, and you tell them that at the very first opportunity, I'm coming down there and killing all of them. Mass murder. And after they're all dead, I'm going to kick the bodies around, dance on top of them, and sing a happy song. No jury will convict me.

Eve, I know this continues to astound and baffle you, but I actually like to socialize. I know. If it wasn't for that, you'd be perfect.

Eve: She had big plans for me. Kind of a pet, I imagine. Like William. Her little trained dog. And with you dead, she figured I'd inherit all your goodies. You're not going to do that to me are you? Roarke: What, die? Eve: Leave me all this stuff. Roarke: Only you would be annoyed by that.

I want you to take note, Commander, that turning in my badge would be like cutting off my arm. But if it comes down to a choice between the job and my marriage, then I lose the arm.

Drop the fucking weapon, you fucking motherfucker or I'll fucking scramble your fucking brains. Hands up! Hands where I can fucking see them, you fucking cocksucker. You fucking breathe wrong, you fucking blink wrong, and I will fuck you up. Fucker. Jacobsen snarled it as he shoved Marcell to the ground. On your fucking face, you fucking shit coward. Stream my lieutenant in the fucking back? Fuck you.

Oh thank you, Jesus. It's Roarke. He tapped a finger on Eve's head. You really shouldn't forget your own husband's name.

Eve: "Would you jump in front of a maxibus for me?" Roarke: "Absolutely. They don't go very fast.

There are no dead ends, just detours.

You have heard the expression 'love is blind' I think it's bullshit. Lust dazzles, sure, at least for the short term. But love clears the vision. You see better, sharper, because you feel more that you did before

The doll, Dallas. You know, Barbie doll. Jeez, didn't you ever have dollies? Dolls are like small dead people. I have enough dead people, thanks.

Testing, she lifted her hips, let them fall. Oh, for God's sake. We can't do this on a talking bed. Everybody in the house will know what's going on in here. Enjoying himself, he nuzzled at her throat. I believe they already suspect we have sex. Maybe, but that's different than having the bed yell out, 'Whoopee! Was it any wonder he adored her? he thought. Watching her face, he trailed a finger over her breast. We'll have quiet, dignified sex. If sex is dignified it's not being done right.

It's Major Ketchup in the bathroom with the laser scalpel. Hmm. He sliced a delicately herbed spear of asparagus. Obviously we were meant for each other as I can interpret that as you meaning something more like Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the candlestick.

Roarke: I'll drop you. Eve: No, better I catch a cab or take the underground. This guy sees me show up in a hot car with a fancy piece behind the wheel, he's not going to like me. Roarke: You know how I love being referred. to as your fancy piece. Eve: Sometimes you're my love muffin. He managed a strangled laugh.She could, at the oddest times, surprise him.

If you tell me I'm sensible in addition to normal and wise, I'm going to punch you in the stomach.

You can't go back. Can't fix what broke. But you can go forward. And every step matters. Every one makes a difference." She pushed away from the desk, cupped his face in her hands. "From where I'm standing, you're the best step I ever took.

Man. God. Roarke. An interesting and flattering lineup.

It's more than you think it can be, she heard herself say. It changes everything, and fixes everything that matters. Maybe you're never going to be the same, and maybe part of you is always afraid of what will happen if...but he's always going to be there. All you have to do is reach out, and he's going to be there.