Quotes About J.D. Robb

Lunatics are, unfortunately, rarely stupid.

She'd gotten through the entire evening without killing anyone. Lieutenant Eve Dallas, cop to the bone, figured the restraint showed enormous strength of character.

There's an oatmeal cookie in there. I see no reason for the existence of oatmeal, particularly in cookies.

Have McNab take the edge if you need one. Can he handle bad cop? He does it really well during personal role-playing games when I'm the reluctant witness.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eyes. In every gesture, dignity and love.

Try to look like Peabody. Sorry? Serious, official, yet approachable. You forgot adorable. Peabody is not adorable. She is from my perspective. Besides, I was talking about me.

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.

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.

Far be in from me to dictate how you should assuage your guilt. Do you have a lot of it? She bit his good shoulder. You're about to find out. She toppled them both off the bench and onto the mat. Well, ouch. I take it guilt doesn't bring out your gentler side.

I was just trying to get his attention! the man protested at the top of his lungs. If he'da listened, I wouldn'ta had to bash him.

You were forthcoming, articulate, and gave the details. You're alibied up to your gonads--Oh, sorry. Not a problem, I like knowing that part of my anatomy is protected.

Eve – Where's my ice-cream? Roarke – You didn't behave so there'll be none for you. Eve – That's just mean.

That's perfect, isn't it? I'm sex and money; you're dead bodies. What a team we are . Best to stick with our strengths.

She slid off the table, but didn't object to having his hand support her. Where's my ice cream? You didn't behave, so there'll be no treat for you. That's just mean.

There was Ireland in his voice, dreamy wisps of it that could, unexpectedly, wind around her heart.

Do I get a bonus for letting him grab my boob?" "Your boob, like the rest of you, belongs to the NYPSD. Besides, McNab's going to ride you like a racehorse first chance. That's your bonus." "You brought up sex and McNab!" "This once, also your bonus." "I've got this outfit at home Dolly would wear. I'm going to put it on tonight and—" "You didn't earn that big a bonus.

He's what, in my alley days in Dublin, we would have called a fug — cross between a fuck and a pug. Lots of mouth and no balls.

Great sweater, by the way. Cashmere?" Baffled, Eve looked down at her navy turtleneck. "I don't know. It's blue.

I hope I helped, but I have to tell you this sort of thing is a lot more exciting, and a lot less emotionally wearing, in a book than it is in real life." "You got that right.

She's whacked with happy, which kind of infects anyone within a ten-foot radius." She stuffed salad in her mouth to get it over with. "Like an airborne virus." "God, you romantic fool. No wonder I adore you.

You bought something. You shopped!" "I didn't shop. I purchased what is likely stolen merchandise, or gray-market goods. It's potential evidence.

Housewarming presents aren't usually human beings. We can have a debate on whether or not Summerset's human, but either way, I'll make an exception.

Roarke made some notations on the fax—a

Murder could happen, she thought as she drove to Cop Central, to anyone, anywhere, anytime.