Quotes by J.D. Robb

Do you remember the first time we made love? He touched his lips to hers as he said it. We rode up in the elevator like this and couldnt keep our hands off each other, couldnt get to each other quick enough. I was mad for you. I wanted you more than I wanted to keep breathing. I still do. He deepened the kiss as the elevator doors opened. Its never going to change.

Youve got no sense of humor.Im going to laugh really hard after I kick your ass.

Do little pink fairies sing and dance in your world, Peabody?Sometimes, when its very quiet and no one else can see.

I hate patience. Slows everything down.

Eve: “If you ended up naked and dead with another woman, Id do the Rumba on your corpse.”Roarke: “You cant do the Rumba.”Eve: “Id take lessons first.”Roarke: “You might very well. Not that youll ever get the chance, but youd also grieve.” Eve: “Wouldnt give you the satisfaction. You cheating f-wit putz. Roarke: “Youd weep in the dark and call my name.”Eve: “Call your name alright. How are things in hell? You dickless bastard. And Id laugh and laugh, thats how Id call your name.”Roarke: “Christ Jesus Eve, I love you.”--Eve, Roarke

God is dead and I am his replacement.

In my hands is power. The power to hear or to destroy. To grant life or to cause death. I revere this gift, have honed it over time an art as magnificent and awesome as any painting in the Louvre. I an art, I am science. In all ways that matter, I am God.God must be ruthless and far-sighted. God studies his creations and selects. The best of these creations must be cherished, protected, sustained. Greatness rewards perfection.Yet even the flawed have purpose. A wise God experiment, considers, uses what comes into his hands and forges wonders. Yes, often without mercy, often with a violence the ordinary condemn. We who hold power cannot be detracted by the condemnations of the ordinary, by the petty and pitiful laws of simple man. They are blind, their minds are closed with fear-fear of pain, fear of death. They are too limited to comprehend that death can be conquered. I have nearly done so. If my work was discovered, they, with their foolish laws and attitudes, would damn me.When my work is complete, they will worship me.

No. No, I dont believe youd betray me with her. I dont believe youd cheat on me. But Im afraid, and Im sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.

Listen carefully. Id crush you like a bug for causing my wife one single moment of pain. Believe it. Fear it.

Eve: What is it about asking you Catholic questions that gets you all jumpy?Roarke: Youd be jumpy, too, if I asked you things that make you feel the hot breath of hell at your back.Eve: Youre not going to hell.Roarke: Oh, and have you got some inside intel on that?Eve: You married a cop...you married me. Im your goddamn salvation.

Roarke: The bodies of the three men were found floating in the Chattahoochee River.Eve: I think itd be embarrassing to be dead in the Hoochie-Coochie River.Roarke: ChattahoocheeEve: Whats the difference?Roarke: Quite a bit, Id think.

Bite me. -Lieutenant Eve Dallas, from any of the In Death books.

She, as no other ever could, reached every corner of his heart. His joy, and his salvation.

Roarke: Youd enjoy flying more if youd learn the controls.Eve: Id rather pretend Im on the ground.Roarke: And how many vehicles have you wrecked, had blown up, or destroyed in the last, oh, two years?Eve: Think about that, then imagine it happening when Im at the wheel at thirty thousand feet.Roarke: Good point. Ill do the flying.

You can’t go back. Can’t fix what broke. But you can go forward. And every step matters. Every one makes a difference.” She pushed away from the desk, cupped his face in her hands. “From where I’m standing, you’re the best step I ever took.

What a woman you are,” he murmured, and she heard the emotion in it, theway the Irish thickened just a bit in his voice. And saw it in those vivid eyes when he drew back. “That you would think of this. That you would do this.”He shook his head, kissed her. Like the breath, long and quiet.“I can’t thank you enough. There isn’t enough thanks. I can’t say what this means to me, even to you. I don’t have the words for it.” He took her hands,. You stagger me.”He framed her face now, touched his lips to her brow. “You’re the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.

I said, youre the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.

Did she know, could she know what it meant to him when she turned to him, when she opened herself to him like this? In absolute trust. Her strength, her valor remained a constant wonder to him, as did her unrelenting determination to defend those who could no longer defend themselves. These moments, when she allowed her vulnerabilities, her doubts, her fears to tremble to the surface compelled him to take care. In these moments he could show her it wasn’t just the warrior he loved, he treasured, but the woman, the whole of her. The dark and the light.

When I came in and you were sleeping, I thought: There’s my soldier, exhausted from her wars.” He lifted her hand, kissed her fingers. “Now, I look, and I think: There’s my woman, soft and lovely.” Her lips curved as he undressed her. “Where do you get this stuff?” “It just comes to me. I’ve only to look at you, and the world comes to me. You’re my life.

Were standing here, beat to shit, walking away from a crime scene where either or both of us could have bought it, and youre asking me to marry you?Perfect timing.