Quotes from J.D. Robb

Eve supposed everything about Nadine looked mag, from her sweep of streaky blonde hair to the toes of her jazzed shoes. She had a foxy, angular face, observant green eyes, and a slim body that curved appropriately in her on-camera suit of power red. She was smart, she was sneaky, she was cynical. And for reasons Eve imagined neither of them fully understood, they'd become friends.

I slept in myself, didn't get up until about nine." "Has anyone looked outside, checked to see if the world is still spinning on its axis?" "At which time," he continued dryly, "I had a workout—I had soufflé, too. Then, before I came down here to enjoy one of my gifts, I worked about an hour in my office.

Breath is life. You are not the pebble washed to shore by the wave, but the fish that swims in the wave. Breathe in to fill, to draw in the light. Slow," he told her, "with awareness. Breathe out to empty. And pause, hold in that space between. Now in to fill.

You're courageous enough to do something that in some part of your heart you see as cowardly.

I hope I helped, but I have to tell you this sort of thing is a lot more exciting, and a lot less emotionally wearing, in a book than it is in real life." "You got that right.

This piece of shit just propositioned the French detective. What's wrong with my translation program?'' ''Let me have a shot.'' Peabody came around the desk, began to fiddle as she studied the monitor. ''She's very attractive. Let's not blame the computer for trying.

He knows his father started him on the path of, let's say circumventing the law. That he has a predisposition for violence. He learned how to channel it, as you did. He had a goal – to get out, to have means and power. He accomplished that. Then he found you. He understands where he came from, and I imagine it's part of his pride that he became the kind of man a woman like you would love.

Just lean on me, Lieutenant." McNab wrapped an arm around her waist. "You try to cop a feel, I can still put you down." "Whatever your condition, Dallas, you still scare me." "Aw." Touched, she slung an arm around his shoulders. "That's so sweet.

I couldn't find my balance until I stood out there in the mist of the morning and saw you. Simple as that for me, it seems. There she is, so my life's where it should be, whatever's going on around it.

Put the past behind you - that's what people always said. But those people didn't get that the past was always behind you. Like a hound on the scent.

Love, she knew—where once she hadn't believed—could be quiet and sweet, and still hold the world.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.' " Looking at Roarke now, Morris managed a small smile. "Well said.

Murder did that. Took lives, crushed others, changed still others forever.

Spite, financial gain, thrills, emotional satisfaction. Murder always offered a reward. Why else would it remain so popular?

She's whacked with happy, which kind of infects anyone within a ten-foot radius." She stuffed salad in her mouth to get it over with. "Like an airborne virus." "God, you romantic fool. No wonder I adore you.

You know better than to blame yourself." "Knowing better doesn't always stop it.

Lust dazzles, sure, at least for the short term. But love clears the vision. You see better, sharper, because you feel more than you did before.

I pray our bond can be repaired, and I pray she comes to understand our bond was forged and will only hold strong in death.

You have a point, but love can also cause you to see things as you prefer to see them, as you want them to be.

She considered, as she never had, that she could install Roarke's real and excellent blend in the break room. But then she rejected the notion as temporarily sentimental. You just didn't go around breaking tradition of bad cop break-room coffee because you felt good about having good cops under your command. Besides, they'd lose the fun of sneaking in and stealing it from her AutoChef. Who was she to spoil their good time?

An appointment for what? The singer caught his attention. He cocked a brow, watching her roll her eyes and gesture. Unless she's having some sort of seizure, I believe the vocalist is signaling you. Resigned, Eve glanced over, shook her head. She's a friend of mine. She shook her head more emphatically when Mavis grinned and turned both thumbs up. She thinks I got lucky.

mostly suck—it's the law of averages, I figure, especially when you're on the job. Then you cross paths with people like that. Bad shit's happened to them, seriously bad shit, but they still come out of it decent.

And you figure because the two of you don't rub smooth she'll let things slide? Her eyes, colored to match her hair were round and sad. That's jerk thinking, Sumerset. Dallas'll work till she drops to do right by you, and I figure you know it. If somebody came after you, she'd step between and take the hit, because that's who she is. I figure you know that, too.

Yeah. They used to bang, and people tend to blab after a bang." "I'll be sure to guard my tongue." "It's usually tired from all the work during the bang," she pointed out, and made him laugh. "True enough.