Quotes About Robin

Sci-fi doesn't show me much about alien's nature but shows a lot about North American nature.

As an amputated hand cannot be disowned because it is experiencing a futurity, of which the victim is its forebear, so Robin was an amputation that Nora could not renounce.

When I started writing 'Batman,' I lobbied heavily to get rid of Robin - or at least not use him in the stories I wrote. Fighting crime with a teenager dressed in primary colors while you're sporting a gray-and-black outfit always struck me as child endangerment, if not abuse.

Strike explained about his failed attempt to buy Robin perfume, the previous December. ' . . . so I asked the assistant, but he kept showing me things with names like . . . I dunno . . . "Shaggable You" . . . ' The laugh Robin failed to repress was so loud that people turned to look at her . . . ' . . . and I panicked,' Strike admitted . . .

TAXI! TAXI!" Strike bellowed and it turned, heading towards him, just as Robin's voice spoke in his ear, gasping. "Are… you there?" "JESUS CHRIST! WHAT'S HAPPENED?" "Stop… shouting…" With enormous difficulty he modulated his volume.

They walked fifty yards in silence, and Strike had lit up a cigarette before he said: "Very, very impressive." Robin glowed with pride.

Robin turned her iPad so that Strike could see it. He moved his chair in: Robin felt his knee bump hers.

At least you didn't punch her," said Robin. "In her wheelchair. In front of all the art lovers." Strike began to laugh.

Mostly Strike was savoring the pleasure it had given him to hear Robin return his declaration of affection.

The bedroom door, still ajar since Matthew's exit, swung open as the banished Labrador, Rowntree, came waddling into the bedroom. He reported to Robin for an absent-minded rub of his ears, then flopped down beside the bed. His tail bumped against the floor for a while and then he fell wheezily asleep. To the accompaniment of his snuffling snores, Robin continued to comb the message boards.

Strike was becoming steadily more taciturn, his expression brooding. Robin wondered whether this was because he was hungry—he was a man who needed regular sustenance to maintain an equable mood—or for some darker reason.

There might still be copies in existence if they got as far as printing them. He could've given some away. Review copies and the like." "I'm already on it," said Robin. "I've emailed a few different second-hand book places." This wasn't the first time she had found herself doing something for the agency that made her feel grubby.

Robin was laughing in the slightly grudging manner of a woman who is entertained, but who wishes, nevertheless, to make it clear that the goal is well defended.

The elderly occupant was bent almost double in an armchair beside the window. In the minute that had elapsed since the nurse left him, he'd fallen fast asleep. Robin let the door close quietly behind her, crept across to Ricci and sat down on the end of his single bed, facing the one-time pimp, pornographer and orchestrator of gang-rape and murder.

If he were honest with himself, he'd rather still be at the office, speculating about the stabbings with Robin over a Chinese takeaway than heading towards Madeline's. Best, then, not

To say the least, it was inconsiderate of Diana's almost-dead husband to show up at her engagement party.

If you wish, I shall go personally to your City and knock together the heads of Perlith and Galooney.

I'd always had a guilty preference for fiction. Since I seemed now to be living fiction, this proved to have been an entirely reasonable choice.

But it is not, as we say when we are being diplomatic, a fruitful source of inquiry.

I knew you'd figure it out, he said. And I hoped that by the time you figured it out, you would be sufficiently accustomed to the situation for the realization to be less... dispiriting.

Jesse reached into a bottom drawer and brought out a bottle of... oh, hey, single-malt scotch. Some SOFs did know how to live.

Yogi Raman detected his dismay. "Never overlook the power of simplicity," Julian was told.

My book is very wild. But you know during the period of BATMAN, that there were thousands of Batman and Robin costumes sold and these weren't just for kids.

Perhaps there can be no thanks nor any blame, but only recognition of the forces that brought us and bound us to our inevitable fates.