I’m very aware that my personal life, my marriage, is the source of speculation and interest in the department and with the public. I can live with that. Furthermore, I’m also aware that my husband’s businesses, and his style of conducting his businesses, are also the source of speculation and interest. Furthermore, I have no particular problem with that. But I resent very much that my reputation and my husband’s character should be questioned this way. From the media, Commander, it’s to be expected, but not from my superior officer. Not from any member of the department I’ve served to the best of my ability. I want you to take note, Commander, that turning in my badge would be like cutting off my arm. But if it comes down to a choice between the job and my marriage, then I lose the arm.

— J.D. Robb

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. If am 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.

— J.D. Robb

In their eyes, Eve saw the wolf gleam. The story was the prey, ratings the trophy.

— J.D. Robb

I said, you're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.

— J.D. Robb

I want to keep you, till the end of days.

— J.D. Robb

I want you to take note, Commander, that turning in my badge would be like cutting off my arm. But if it comes down to a choice between the job and my marriage, then I lose the arm.

— J.D. Robb

I wasn't going to have dessert, but it was right there, all gooey and sweet. It's like sex. I mean, when it's right there, what are you supposed to do? I wasn't going to have that either--sex--with my parents bunking in the office, but, well, it was right there."" I'll tolerate the gooey and sweet, Peabody, but I'm not thinking about you having sex with McNab, especially in the same sentence as 'my parents.'"" I think they had sex, too." Eve struggled not to wince or twitch. "Do you want me to kick you down four flights of steps and make you walk up again?"" I'd probably bounce all the way down, too, with all this gooey and sweet in my butt. So I guess not."" Good choice.

— J.D. Robb

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

— J.D. Robb

Lord, Give me the strength not to bitch slap this woman.

— J.D. Robb

Lunatics are, unfortunately, rarely stupid.

— J.D. Robb