Quotes from J.D. Robb

Out of the dark, out of the delicate mist, the lady rose up. Torch held high, face serene and somehow kind. Lights glowed in her, around her, charging her with brilliance, with purpose. And how many, Eve thought, had seen that welcome, that promise, when they'd crossed an ocean to a new world? A new life? How

able to help you out with

Creating life is the job of a higher power. It's our job, our duty and our joy, to nurture life, protect and respect it.

Members of one family of the fruit fly are called peacocks because they strut on the fruit.

bribes often worked where procedure or threats wouldn't.

angled, straddled

I couldn't have. I don't know what happened.' 'Tell me what you do know.

And even when life sucks wide, it can get better.

It is the wretchedness of being rich that you have to live with rich people. —LOGAN PEARSALL SMITH

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. See here.

You've got eyes on that block.

with an attitude had

Replicating human beings in a lab, selecting traits, eliminating others. Who decides what are the parameters? What of the failures, as there must be in any sort of experimentation of procedures.

curve of the stairs. "I'm going

Wine?" Roarke said, lifting the bottle. "No. Jesus." Then she took his glass, and a minute sip. "Pretty good stuff. I'm going to let her string him a little longer. So, want to open another bottle when we get home, and have half-drunk sex?" "I think of nothing else every waking moment." He dropped an arm around her shoulders as they watched Peabody work.

We're colorful, playful fish in an incestuous little pond.

Whatever our DNA, it's living and being that make us.

We're all-inclusive in Homicide, 'cause whatever your race, color, or creed, you can get dead.

Whitney's giving a push on Russo. We'll

Death didn't shock her, but it appalled her, and she knew it always would: the waste of it, the violence and cruelty of it. But she lived with it too much to be shocked, even by this.

You gonna eat, you should eat good." From

up. "He's hardly my type

Everything in me skips and scrambles when you look at me like that." "You're mine." And that brought him something beyond excitement, something deeper than passion.

Money laundering's frowned upon." "A pity, as it comes out so crisp and clean.