Quotes from J.D. Robb

At least I'm not asking you to go to six o'clock Mass with me in the morning." "Darling Eve, to get me to do that the amount and variety of the sexual favors required are so many and myriad even my imagination boggles." "I don't think you can exchange sexual favors for Mass attendance. But if I decide to go check it out, and I get the chance, I'll ask the priest.

And things change, she remembered, no matter how hard you try to hold them in place.

He'd wanted her. Out of all the women in the world, he'd wanted her. Wanted, hell, she thought grinning now. Pursued, demanded. Taken. And while she could admit all of that was exciting, he'd gone one step further. He cherished. She'd never believed anyone would, or could. And had never believed there was enough inside her to give all of those things back. (Lt. Eve Dallas)

Eyes on hers, he flicked her shoulder. Her mouth fell open. She started stomping the floor. What in God's name are you doing? he demanded. Trying to kill the giant tarantula, because the only reason I can figure you just fucking flicked me is because there was a big, fat spider on my shoulder.

After a while, Eve thought, marriage turned walls into clear glass so both of you could see right through each other.

But sitting in her own home, with a real meal, and a man who not only listened but got it? She'd won life's trifecta.

You have to trust, or you're only living half a life. You have to try to help or even that half is empty.

The man missed nothing. It was almost spooky.

He may have gotten spanked by a barbecue grill, but on a desk unit, he was a king.

Ours is a spiritual bond I treasure, something deep and strong, and older than time. We are, in essence, the same person, two sides to one coin. Death unites us.

Criminal activity does have its appeal. Otherwise there wouldn't be so many criminals.

And that, she thought as he left her, summed up the miracle of her life. She had a home with him, and he'd be there.

She wished she had candy, but she hadn't settled on a new hiding place to thwart the nefarious Candy Thief.

The point was, Eve supposed, no matter who you were—sex, race, tax bracket—death leveled it all out.

His in-house intercom greeted him with a cheery 'Welcome home, Bart,' and his server droid - custom-made to replicate Princess Leia, classic 'Star Wars,' slave-girl mode (he was a nerd, but he was still a guy) - strolled out to offer him his favorite orange fizzy with crushed ice.

She'd know. Ain't nobody more psychic than a wife.

Why do people live in places like this? There's nothing here. You see all that sky?" she asked Roarke. "You shouldn't be able to see that much sky from down here. It can't be good for you.

Cut it out." She gave Peabody a shove. "You're making my eye twitch." "We're just sitting here." "I know sex giggles when I hear them." "I wasn't giggling." "Not you. Him." McNab just grinned at her. "Those were manly chuckles." "You're cops. Be cops.

Okay." Mavis nodded decisively. "Then you tear it down. You don't take no for an answer. You nag and you pick and you stick until it pops out of him. Whatever it is. Girls are good at this, Dallas." "I'm not good at being a girl." "Sure you are. You're your own kind of girl. Think of it as kicking his ass until he cracks.

And oddly, she realized, it wasn't small talk when it was with a friend. It was just . . . talk.

I don't know. I never looked." "Now that hurts." With a laugh, Louise leaned back against the counter. "You don't even bother to look, and you end up with Roarke." "He just got in my way. Couldn't get around him, so I figured I might as well keep him.

You won't forget me, Eve. You'll think of me, perhaps not fondly, but you'll think of me. I'm in the middle of a murder investigation. You're part of it. Sure, I'll think of you. Darling, he began, and watched with amusement as his use of the endearment knitted her brow. You'll be thinking of what I can do to you.

To have birthed and bred her, beaten and raped her all for selling her to other scum. What god made such creatures as that and set them to prey on innocents?

You look like a really well-dressed pirate carting around an ugly treasure chest.