Quotes from J.D. Robb

She'd never looked, particularly, for anyone to share the end of the day with, but doing just that with Roarke—whether it was work or like this, a short interlude without it—had become a habit. And it was better.

That's a risk, isn't it? Perhaps the murderer is a fine, upstanding pillar of his community who was equally misguided.

I know I say people suck, but I didn't mean it literally.

it. Stay together. I don't want either of you coming back with holes in you.

The husband's been pacing the floor for hours by now. Let's go give him the bad news." "I hate this part," Peabody murmured. "When you don't, it's time to find another line of work.

Because death's an insult anytime. When somebody hurries it along, that's the biggest insult of all.

leaned against

Eve had privately dubbed them Moe, Larry, and Curly.

brandy to sleep at night.

I know. I've got to cover all the bases. I'm going to track down the people Mavis recognized at the victim's house, get statements. I've got to find a table dancer with a big dick and a tattoo." "The fun never ends." She nearly smiled. "I need to find people who

Whenever she cried, he thought, it was a storm, a passionate tumult. Rarely were there a few easy, quiet tears for Eve. Rarely was anything easy for Eve.

Not once they find out there's been a murder. People love finding out somebody's dead and they're not.

It's a conflict of interest and we both know it. I'm putting your ass on the line with this." "Sorry to disagree, sir, but I'm in charge of my own ass. It's only on the line if I put it there." "So noted and appreciated.

Those who survived lived forever with that echo of what was gone sounding inside their heads.

politics?" "A necessary evil that on rare occasions works without corruption, abuse, and waste.

Batman, kid. Even you've heard of Batman." "Yeah, yeah, vigilante with psychotic tendencies who dresses up in a weird bat costume. Rich playboy by day, right?

called This

Erotica so he'd last longer.

I'll tell you that whatever you feel for anyone, however much love's inside you, there's more of it when you have a child. You can't understand it until you've experienced it. And it doesn't change as they grow into men, into women. It just grows with them. It should be me in there, and not my boy.

Maybe that was one of the purposes of sex. To isolate you, for a little while, from everything but yourself and your lover. To allow you to focus in on your body, its needs, the gratification that was physical and—if you were lucky in that lover—emotional as well. Without those pockets of solitude and sensation, you might just go mad.

By action, by omission of action, people sacrifice other people all the damn time.

A nice settled moment between the business of the day and the puzzle of the evening. It occurs to me these are moments I live for.

He'd be working late in his studio tonight—alone. He was a man who disliked company, who held people in contempt, though he made his living immortalizing them.

Girls chattering is like birds." He fluttered his fingers at his ears. "You hear only the notes.