Have I missed a national holiday? There must be celebrations in the streets for you to be home at this hour of the day."" I'm calling it Summer set Goes Mute Day. The city's gone mad with joy.

— J.D. Robb

He'd wanted her. Out of all the women in the world, he'd wanted her. Wanted, hell, she thought grinning now. Pursued, demanded. Taken. And while she could admit all of that was exciting, he'd gone one step further. He cherished. She'd never believed anyone would, or could. And had never believed there was enough inside her to give all of those things back." (Lt. Eve Dallas)

— J.D. Robb

Her killer wrote a note on that stationary."" A note." Now Rehnquist's eyebrows lifted. "Well. That was rather arrogant of him, wasn't it?

— J.D. Robb

He stepped to her again, laid his lips on her brow. "But I want children with you, my lovely Eve. One day."" One day being far, far in the future. Like, I don't know, say a decade when... Hold on. Children are plural." He eased back, grinned. "Why, so it is--nothing slips by my canny cop."" You really think if I ever actually let you plant something in me--they're like aliens in there, growing little hands and feet." She shuddered. "Creepy. If I ever did that, popped a kid out--which I think is probably as pleasant a process as having your eyeballs pierced by burning, poisonous sticks, I'd say, 'Whoopee, let's do this again?' Have you recently suffered head trauma?"" Not to my knowledge."" Could be coming. Any second.

— J.D. Robb

I don't know why people do the things they do to each other. We're all here to live out lives, to do our work, to raise our families, to love who we love. We're all here for the same things, but some, they can't let that be. They can't be happy or content with that. I don't know what that is. She handed the photos back to Peabody. Do you? At a loss, Eve shifted. No. If you don't, I don't suppose anybody really does.

— J.D. Robb

If you tell me I'm sensible in addition to normal and wise, I'm going to punch you in the stomach.

— J.D. Robb

I got you a present."" Did you?"" It's a book of poetry--romance stuff. I thought, 'How schmaltzy is that,' so it seemed like the thing. Then I screwed up and left it in my desk at work

— J.D. Robb

I had that hole in me, that empty space. I could have lived my life with it, content enough. Furthermore, I wasn’t an unhappy man.”..................... The tears came now. He watched them drip down her cheeks, wondered if she were even aware they leaked out of her. “She was part of my life. You are my life. If I have a regret, it’s that even for an instant you could think otherwise. Or that I allowed you to.”-Rourke

— J.D. Robb

I hate patience. Slows everything down.

— J.D. Robb

I'm going to see if Morris has a spare spine lying around you can borrow if you're scared to speak to that high-heeled, smug-ass bitch, Peabody.

— J.D. Robb