Quotes from J.D. Robb

Cops are good at keeping secrets.

Do you think any of us go anywhere until we have the truth? Do you think there's peace without justice?" "No, I don't," Eve admitted, knowing it would always drive her.

How do you suppose they know the sheep are virgins?

Why did people always get tangled up with other people? Why put ourselves through this shit?

Housewarming presents aren't usually human beings. We can have a debate on whether or not Summerset's human, but either way, I'll make an exception.

He didn't say his first thought, always, was: Is she home? Is she safe?

She wondered why things always took longer than you wanted them to take, unless you wanted them to take a lot longer—then they didn't take nearly long enough. Time sucked.

Why do they stare? They're always staring. Like dolls," she said as they walked into the building. "Or sharks." "I

You're thinking I'm not aware of the worst that could happen. I am, but I just don't believe the worst is going to happen.

propped up a little as her eyes adjusted. She hardly ever got to watch Roarke sleep. Most of the time he rose before she did. And sleep for her tended to be wandering in lucid, often disturbing dreams

Lunatics are, unfortunately, rarely stupid.

She didn't hurry as she walked to him. Something told her he was a man too used to people — women certainly — rushing toward him. So she took her time, her long, slow strides flapping her borrowed coat around her chilly legs.

Mix up your routine, she told him as she started up the stairs. Your out-of-the-house routine. The shopping, the visiting gravesites, haunting houses with the other ghouls--whatever it is you do. Mix it up for the next few days. I have a scheduled haunting tonight, but it can be postponed.

I'm tired of every time I have a moment with you, you put murder between us." "There is murder between us." "No. If anything, that's what brought us here. Is that the problem? You can't shed Lieutenant Dallas long enough to feel?" "That's who I am." "Then that's who I want.

It was orbital, it was mag, it was beyond the ult.

Love makes you do the wacky

She took his mouth, gave it a nice little bite as she ground against him. There you are, she murmured. Well, you've left me no choice. A cock's always ready to crow. He laughed, wrapped his arms around her. Crowing's not what mine's ready for. Show me. She went to work on his trousers. Amused, aroused, he watched her. In a bit of a hurry, are we? I've got to use you and get back to work, so no dawdling.

When she lay curled against him, her skin dewed from passion, there was still that small, cold place inside of her where the heat hadn't quite reached.

You should get dressed up, go dancing, drink grown-up cocktails, and have sex as much as you can before you're dead.

Idle hands are the devil's workshop." "Why? They're idle when you're sleeping—does he set up shop then? Are we all supposed to stay awake using our hands so the devil doesn't make stuff? What if you broke your hand? Is he doing his workshop thing while you're waiting to have it fixed?

Roarke bulled his way through Central as he'd bulled his way through downtown traffic, carving away the distance to Eve with single-minded focus. He didn't think his heart had beat since Eve's face blinked off his 'link screen.

She was a cop, a Homicide lieutenant with eleven years on the job protecting and defending the hard, merciless streets of New York. There was little she hadn't seen, touched, smelled, or waded through. Because people, to her mind, would always and could always find more inventive and despicable ways to kill their fellow man, she knew just what torments could be inflicted on the human body. But bloody and brutal murder was nothing compared to giving birth.

There's a difference between right and regs sometimes. That's why regs can change, but right doesn't.

How do people know that stuff? Why do people know that stuff?" "Science," Peabody said. "You can't live without it.