Quotes from J.D. Robb

Every minute with you, Darling Eve, is a minute to treasure. She slid a glance toward him as she uncoded the seal. You really do want sex. I'm still breathing, so that would be yes.

An eye for an eye." "That's a revenge thing, right? From some play." "The Bible, darling. The Lord of all plays.

Vending Machine: This product has no known nutritional value and may cause irritability or wakefulness in some individuals. Please enjoy your selection and your day. Eve: Up yours.

Eve, we're going to be married in a few days. The jittering started again, big time. Yeah. If he keeps looking at you like that, I'm going to have to hurt him.

I couldn't fall out of love with you if I fell all the way to hell.

If somebody doesn't call me a bitch once a day, I figure I'm not doing my job.

You don't need to diet, She-Body. You are a just-right female. McNab? Eve said. Yes, sir. Shut up. It's all right, Dallas. We're a couple. A couple of what? No, don't tell me. Don't talk to me. Don't talk to each other. Let there be silence across the land.

Roarke's brow cocked as he noted Casto take in the black satin that slithered over Eve's body. In the manner of men or unfriendly male dogs, Roarke showed his teeth.

Roarke, what's going on here?' 'Lieutenant.' He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. 'Indications are we're having a romance.

She doesn't like you, McNab. "I knoooow. I find that really attractive in a woman.

Put all your eggs in one basket... the handle's going to break. Then all you've got is scrambled eggs.

Have I missed a national holiday? There must be celebrations in the streets for you to be home at this hour of the day. I'm calling it Summerset Goes Mute Day. The city's gone mad with joy.

What other thing, Eve? I love you. Sometimes it makes my stomach hurt, but I kind of like it. Tired now, come to bed. Love you.

How white is an Irishman's ass? Eve wondered out loud. You should know, darling.

You're almost as good as Peabody. He stopped at the door, grabbed her up in a steaming kiss. You can't get that from Peabody. I could if I wanted. But it made her grin as he uncoded the locks. But I like you better for sex.

How is he in bed? Gladiator or poet? - Hmmm... A poetic gladiator.

Why would I kill someone I don't know, when I know so many people who irritate me, and havent't killed any of them?

Eve: Anyway, thanks for riding to the rescue. You need a white hat. Good guys wear white, right? Roarke: I look better in black.

Nothing ever seems too bad, too hard or too sad when you've got a Christmas tree in the living room. All those presents under it, all that anticipation. Just a way of saying there's always light and hope in the world.

you know, I'm only marrying you for sex and food.

Eve (to Roarke): Whatever happened to me back in Dallas, I came out of it. I'm standing here because of it. Maybe I have everything that matters to me, including you, because of it. If that's true, I'd go through it all again. I'd go through every minute of the hell to have you, to have my badge, to have this life.

There's an oatmeal cookie in there. I see no reason for the existence of oatmeal, particularly in cookies.

I can handle it. But it stinks, if you ask me, really stinks, that you get to go out somewhere drinking beer while I'm stuck at Baby Central. Just because you have a penis. We'll think fondly of you over beer, me and my penis. She ate a little more, then smiled slowly. You've still got to be in the birthing room when she pushes it out. Shut up, Eve. Your penis won't save you then, Pal.

Roarke had to force himself not to snatch her up as she swept through the hallowed Senate halls. Members of the media were already leaping toward her, but she cut through them as if they weren't there. "I like your style, Lieutenant Dallas," he said when they'd fought their way to the car. "I like it a lot. And by the way, I don't think I'm in love with you anymore. I know I am.