Quotes from J.D. Robb

Chip Robbins, how many times have I told you not to yell out for me unless you're being stabbed with a pitchfork?

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.

Poison's generally a woman's weapon." "Sexist." "Statistics," she countered.

Loving you changed everything for me. Being loved by you opened everything for me. Every day is more.

Roarke leaned over

It's engineering, man. Something might look bright and shiny on the outside, but the structure's what counts.

Whatever came before, whatever comes after, I know what love is because of you." He took her free hand. "Whatever came before, whatever comes after, it's you who've shown me love changes everything. Lifts everything. Gives everything.

They were shadows in the dark, cocooned in its secrets, bathed in its silence, enspelled by each other.

I speak sarcasm fluently.

As Eve strode down the bright white corridor of the dead, Peabody hustled beside her. Man, this place is always a little spooky, but this is beyond. You know how you half expect one of these bags to sit up and grab at you? No. Wait out here. If one of them makes a run for it, give me a call. I don't think that's particularly funny. And watching the still black bags warily, Peabody took her post at the door.

You've got a point. But I like it better when the bad guys are just the bad guys." "There's always plenty of them to go around.

He's what, in my alley days in Dublin, we would have called a fug — cross between a fuck and a pug. Lots of mouth and no balls.

How does hanky-panky translate to sex? Who comes up with words like that? Probably people who don't have sex

Maybe I'm like the vehicle," Eve decided. "Keep it ordinary on the outside, so nobody notices all the hardware inside.

Marital discord, she decided, was like some sort of low-grade fever that threw the whole system just slightly out of whack so you couldn't manage to function at full capacity.

I've eliminated everything else. This is what's left. And when you've eliminated everything else, what's left should be true.

You have to be naked with somebody for more than two hours for them to qualify as an ex. It's a law.

A lot of the general population are wrong.

That was another thing about partners, she decided. They knew what would make you laugh, often before you did.

No way that was a act. She really is that gullible. She really is dumb as a sack of moondust. Yet very sweet. Eve rolled her eyes toward him. I think you have to have a penis to get that impression.

He's enthusiastic," Eve commented. "Yeah, but if you're not excited about your work, life's crap.

Great sweater, by the way. Cashmere?" Baffled, Eve looked down at her navy turtleneck. "I don't know. It's blue.

Two different primaries, she continued, striding around the office. Two different cops, and both of them fucked up the case. What are they using to train them in Chicago -- old videos of the Three Boobs? I think that's Stooges, Roarke remarked. What? He glanced up, focused fully on her, and smiled at the absolute baffled fury on her face. Stooges, darling. The Three Stooges. What's the difference, they're still incompetent knot-heads.

She curled up beside him, realizing they both needed this space of intimacy as much as they'd needdd the reassurance and release. Her world had been rocked. She only understood how violent the shake had been now that it was stead again.