Quotes from J.D. Robb

I was having the surreal experience of having myself show myself around my office and bullpen." "Oh! My desk. I could've sat at my desk. I could've sat at your desk." "No." "It's a vid set." "Even then, no.

Eve)Hold on. You have to give them a gift for moving? Uh-huh. Plus they're shacking, so it should be a couple thing. She (Mavis) ate another canape, fed on to Leonardo. Why does there have to be a gift for every damn thing? Eve complained. Retail conspiracy. Roarke patter her knee. I bet it is, Eve said darkly. I just bet it is.

I don't mind being a suspect when the corpse is a shit-for-brains fuckwit, but if I'd killed her it would've been bloody and loud. And I'd have enjoyed it too much to keep it to myself.

Sit up, and no whining. I don't whine. Rarely, he agreed. But when you do, you make up for the lack of quantity with quality.

Fate rules. You follow the steps and you plan and you work. Then fate slips in laughing and makes fools of us. Sometimes we can trick it or out guess it but most often its already written. For some its written in blood. That doesn't mean we stop, but it does mean we can't comfort ourselves with blame. It's easier to take the blame than to admit there was nothing you could do to stop whatever happened.

What did she say? Eve asked when they got into the car. Here's love, she said, to hold until next we meet and I give you more.

I think I've just lost five pounds in fear sweat. Peabody mopped at her face. Now I want a cannoli. I don't know why. With a laugh, Roarke shifted to grin at her. I'll buy you a dozen, precious. Cannolis, for God's sake.

You're the husband? the doctor asked with a nod to Roarke. Yes. How is she? Spitting mad—I think she has some very ominous plans for you. And if you happen to be Peabody, you're in on them. She's okay. Peabody let out a gush of air. That's great.

No one's indispensable. Except you to me.

Peabody:] Bite me. Though Eve managed to swallow a chuckle at her aide's use of her own standard response to annoyances, she didn't quite make it over McNab's cheerful, Where?

It was the first day in the life of the new lean and mean Peabody. An hour later, she lay on the grubby floor wheezing like the dying. Her quads and hamstrings burned, her glutes wept, and her arms couldn't stop screaming for mama. Never doing this again, she announced. Yes, you are, she corrected. Can't. Dying. Can. Will. Help me, I think I broke my ass. Wimp, pussy. Shut up.

I like your style, Lieutenant Dallas, he said when they'd fought their way to the car. I like it a lot. And by the way, I don't think I'm in love with you anymore. I know I am.-Roarke

Eve engaged her On Duty sign and stepped out of the car. Immediately her ears were assaulted with a blast of music. Christmas carols pumped, full blast, into the air. She decided that people ran inside, ready to buy anything, just to escape the noise.

He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn't enough.

After they left the office, Peabody shoved her hands in her pockets. These nicknames are pissing me off. But you're not I'm-Too-Good-to-Pee-Body. Harris is. It's my damn name. And now I have to pee. It's like my bladder has to prove something. Pee at the bank. Consider it a deposit.

She had an insult waiting for Summerset, who she knew would comment about her being home early. She'd say it was Mortician's Day, and she'd taken off in his honor. Quick and to the point.

I'll wait. By the way, sex-me-up shoes? I was following a theme. Well. Reo turned her ankles, looked down. They are pretty fabulous. They are, Mira agreed. I was going to say the same about yours. What a terrific color. Could we not talk about shoes in the box that still smells of evildoer? You started it, Reo reminded her before she turned back to Mira.

Pop quizzes were killers. Like ambushing assassins they elicited fear and loathing in the prey, and a certain heady power in the hunter.

I'm not trying to box you in. I'm just trying to live with you.

She didn't want the medi-techs. She wanted a fucking candy bar. [...] She reached down [...] and chose a Galaxy bar [...] I'm going home. You didn't pay for that, Francois shouted after her. Fuck you, Frank, she shouted back and kept going.

Life has very little even ground.

Sir. Several expressions passed over Peabody's face before it went carefully blank. That's a lovely dress, Lieutenant. Are you premiering a new style? Baffled, Eve looked down, then rolled her eyes. Shit. You've seen my tits before. But she set the communicator down and struggled the bodice into place. And may I say, sir, they're quite lovely. Sucking up, Peabody? You bet.

I don't like the idea of you shivering unless I cause it. Stay warm.

Where's the hooch—for Dickhead?" "Fourth-floor gift room." She stared at him for ten silent seconds. "We have a gift room?" On a half laugh, he shook his head. "One day, darling Eve, you really should go through the entire house. East wing, fourth-floor tower." "Okay." Since she wasn't completely sure where that was, she walked to the elevator.