Quotes from J.D. Robb

It would be sheer hell to be privy to thoughts and memories without some power to control and block. I don't like to pry into personal thoughts. And it hurts

We might get that kind of unilateral support and screw the budget if Cobbe was just your average international contract killer, but we sure as hell have it because he wants to add you to his four hundred and forty-three kills. So don't bitch to me about bleeding cops. Because they would. Every goddamn one of them would bleed for you

I was rough before. I'm sorry. The apology, so quiet and unexpected, embarrassed her. Forget it. She shifted away, drained her cup, set it aside. I won't forget it; neither will you. He took her hand, lifted it to his lips. Nothing could have pleased him more than the quick suspicion on her face. You won't forget me, Eve. You'll think of me, perhaps not fondly, but you'll think of me. I'm in the middle of a murder investigation. You're part of it. Sure, I'll think of you.

Roarke pointed a finger at Galahad who'd begun his crouch toward the berries. The cat turned his head toward the screen as if suddenly enraptured by the financial new.

cowboy bar in Dry Creek, a place many who lived there considered

Friendships were so damn complicated, so bound with sharp edges that could jab a hole through you at any given point.

It was death that brought me and Eve together. And as frothy as it sounds, there are times I feel as though that was when I took my first breath.

Murder, at least, Eve understood.

When I ducked out, she was talking to Ana Whitney and some Roarke exec about knitting. The three of them were into it like it was their religion.

If being a f*ckhead was a crime, I'd have to lock up half of New York. And occasionally arrest myself.

Thoughts, ideas, music, desires, poetry, anger, hate. People speak of the heart, Lieutenant, but it's the brain that holds all the magic and mystery of the human species. It elevates us, separates us, defines us as individuals. And the secrets of it—well, it's doubtful we'll ever know them all.

What are you drinking?" "Number fifty-four; it's supposed to be a chardonnay." Experimentally, Eve sipped again. "It's at least three steps up from horse piss. I recommend it.

You've played the games. You're a competitive soul." "What's the point of playing if winning isn't the goal?

The seductive scent climbed into her sleeping brain like a lover up a flower-strewn trellis.

over, shoes just— Hey!" She marched over, picked

She didn't want Rufty to sit in the box, wanted more private than the lounge.

That makes three suicides without logical explanations. Now, for people like Fitzhugh and the senator, with their kind of financial base, there's counseling at the snap of a finger. Or in cases of terminal illness—physical or emotional—voluntary self-termination facilities. But they took themselves out in bloody and painful ways.

What are you smiling at?" she snapped at Roarke. "I'm a man, and I'm sitting here having coffee and cookies while two beautiful women snarl at each other. Being a man I'm required to wonder—perhaps imagine—whether there will soon be physical contact. Clothing may be ripped away. Why wouldn't I smile?

That click between them had the potential, she knew, to reverberate through the rest of her life.

I got a weakness for the sizzle, and the smarts. I don't care what chromosomes somebody's got, I just go for sizzle or smarts. Somebody's got both? I'm a goner.

He'd been tempted to wander into her bedroom while he'd had the apartment to himself and see what he might have discovered about her there, but he'd resisted. It was not so much respect for her privacy as it was the challenge she presented that provoked him to discover her from the woman alone rather than her surroundings.

The frustration he felt was only with himself, for being so impossibly driven he might, at any moment, beg.

Listen, pal, I come and go as I please, so check your ego.

She needed, he knew, the human touch. His touch. It humbled him that she found strength there. That what they found in each other steadied them both. Soft here, and tender, to reaffirm who they were, what they'd beaten back. And would always beat back together.