Quotes from J.D. Robb

Santa exists in the hearts of all true believers.

Why does there have to be a gift for every damn thing?" Eve complained. "Retail conspiracy." Roarke patted her knee. "I bet it is," Eve said darkly. "I just bet it is.

Real responsibility means doing what's right, even when it's hard.

I don't remember, and I don't want to remember. I've been a victim, and once you have, you need to do whatever it takes not to be one again

Murder doesn't leave anyone innocent. It shouldn't.

Love can die. It can be killed, no matter how alive it was, it's not invulnerable. Mine's dead. It's dead and it's buried. I just want one thing more, and that's the chance to look him in the face and tell him he's nothing. If I can do that one thing, it'll be enough.

But you're smarter than even he thinks he is. She paused, thought that through. If you get me. Aren't we full of compliments tonight? I'll have to bang you against the wall more often.

If there wasn't coffee, the entire world would shuffle around like zombies.

Marriage, she thought. Every bit as complicated and slippery as cop work.

Listen, if I can manage it, I'll try to swing home this afternoon for a bit. To—I don't know—help you out or something. His smile was warm and gorgeous. See there. You're acting like a wife. Shut up. I like it, he said, backing her against the door. Quite a bit. Next thing I know you'll be down in the kitchen, baking. Next thing you know I'll be kicking your ass, and you'll be the one who needs round-the-clock care. Can we play doctor?

Sadder and sadder," Peabody said when they were back on the sidewalk. "I guess you don't think of how many people you brush up against, or how they might remember you. The guy at your corner deli, or the owner of your favorite take-out spot. The clerk where you usually shop for clothes. Not to sound too Free-Agey, but it matters. It all matters, what we leave behind with the people we brush up against.

There's always a way out. You just have to pay the price, whether it's money, status, the emotional hit, or all of that and more. Cheating's cheap and it's lazy.

She decided working security at the SkyMall ranked high on her list of worst ten jobs, right up there with shark tank cleaners—somebody had to do it—and proctologists.

It's lunacy out there. Christmas makes people insane. And that bit about goodwill toward men? It sure as hell doesn't apply to retail.

Thanks, Lieutenant. Casey's going to be really excited about Saturday. Um, can we bring something? Like what? A dish? We have dishes. We have lots of dishes. He means food, Peabody interpreted. Don't worry about it, Trueheart. They're got plenty of that, too. Why would somebody bring food when they're coming to your place to eat? Eve wondered when Trueheart hurried after Baxter. It's a social nicety.

Lieutenant Dallas has just given you a brief demonstration of why she's one of the most valuable assets of the NYPSD. She observes, deduces, and reports with accuracy.

I can't go through channels or use either my home or office units. The minute I tried to dig on the chief of police, I'd be flagged. And you're wondering if I have a secured, unregistered system. Of course I do. Of course, she muttered. A nonregistered system is in violation of Code four fifty-three-B, section thirty-five. I can't tell you how aroused it makes me when you quote codes, lieutenant.

It's Nerd World," Peabody said. "Or Geek Galaxy. I can't decide which because it's full of nerds and geeks." "It's Nerd World in the Geek Galaxy.

Some men find the cool, disinterested, and understated attractive. Makes them think you're deep.

Well...yeah. It just goes to show. (Peabody) Show what (Dallas) You should get dressed up, go dancing, drink grown-up cocktails, and have sex as much as you can before you're dead. (Peabody)

Peabody pursed her lips. You're really mean today. Yes. Yes, I am. Eve took a deep gulp of hideous air, and smiled. I feel good about that.

A thin snow started to spit out of grumpy gray skies. Which meant, Eve knew, that at least fifty percent of the drivers currently on the road would lose a minimum of one-third of their intelligence quotient, any skill they'd previously held at operating a vehicle thereby turning what had been the standard annoying traffic into mayhem.

When you find nothing," Morris said, "it means you're eliminating what surrounds the something." "Is that a Zen thing?" Eve questioned. "If not, it should be.

Eve didn't get it, just didn't get it. Who the hell decided everyone was supposed to go mad with romance and gift buying on some random day in February? Hadn't everybody just gone mad with good cheer and gift buying in December? ....... When would it end?