Quotes from J.D. Robb

She had to hoof it two

He rose, pointed a finger at the cat when Galahad took a very casual step toward the table. Then pulled Eve in and kissed her. "Take care of my cop.

Creative people study other people; and music is a science as much as an art, an emotion as much as a science.

Overworked, as usual. It happens to those who are particularly good at their jobs." She handed Eve a cup of tea in one of the pretty china cups.

Love doesn't hang on conditions, but marriage bloody well hangs on compromise.

Bacon is never wrong.

It's a mistake to be too much one of your own as they'll never see you as fully in charge.

She closed her eyes a moment, tried her meditation mantra -- F*ck this, f*ck this, f*ck this -- to clear her mind.

The vices of authority are chiefly four: delays, corruption, roughness and facility. Francis Bacon

On your fucking face, you fucking shit coward. Stream my lieutenant in the fucking back? Fuck you.

You'd enjoy flying more if you'd learn the controls." "I'd rather pretend I'm on the ground." Roarke sent her a quick smile. "And how many vehicles have you wrecked, had blown up, or destroyed in the last, oh, two years?" "Think about that, then imagine it happening when I'm at the wheel at thirty thousand feet." "Good point. I'll do the flying." "Do that, ace.

Why aren't you tired? Why don't you have to have a protein shake? Because I had a decent lunch and a little tea with biscuits a couple hours ago. I was chasing a killer a couple hours ago. Maybe if you'd eaten something you'd have caught him.

I thought it was 'innocent until proven guilty'' That's just one of the bigger lies we live by.

Things should make sense, and half the time they don't. Stuff that shouldn't make sense, half the time does.

The fear of the Time Out, Dallas. It can't be overstated.

I love you, Eve. Nothing changes that, nothing could. But Christ, you piss me off.

Well, it's stupid, and it's no wonder people are perpetually fucked up, as nobody can depend on something as basic as February. Which is already screwed up because it insists on having less days, then adding one like a little prize every four years even though everybody wants February to get the hell over so we can move on.

Every religion should be open to questions and change.

I mean, when certain beliefs and traditions survive for centuries, there's a reason for it." "Sure there is, human beings are, and always have been, gullible. And there are, and always have been, individuals who know how to exploit that gullibility.

You were never what he wanted you to be. And more than even I hoped. In weak moments, I might credit the lieutenant for some of that.

The statute of limitations . . . She's put it behind her. Or I hope she has." She'd have put it behind her, Eve thought, but it was always behind you. In a corner, in the dark. Squatting there behind you and chuckling in its throat.

Likely both. If you're going to bust them, I'll wait." "Only take a minute." She stepped to the curb, shouted over the dented hood of an ancient Mini, "Hey!" And waved her badge in the air. Both bulky dealer and skinny junkie pounded sidewalk in opposite directions.

We have a Homicide, and a Code Five in number Eighteen-oh-three.

What do you mean SOS?" "Same old shit, Dickie. It's always SOS with you.