460 Quotes by J.D. Robb

Eve found a street slot – small miracle – and decided it was worth a two and a half block hike in the snow. She imagined some cheery optimist would call the wind bracing. She hated cheery optimists. She.

Love changes everything. I proposed to my wife after we limped away from a physical altercation with another serial killer. Good times.” “Feels.

No. No, I don’t believe you’d betray me with her. I don’t believe you’d cheat on me. But I’m afraid, and I’m sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.

Eventually you’ll be next. Eventually you’ll disappoint him, and he’ll feel betrayed by you. Idols always fall, Eve.

Thoughts, ideas, music, desires, poetry, anger, hate. People speak of the heart, Lieutenant, but it’s the brain that holds all the magic and mystery of the human species. It elevates us, separates us, defines us as individuals. And the secrets of it – well, it’s doubtful we’ll ever know them all.

Roarke: The bodies of the three men were found floating in the Chattahoochee River. Eve: I think it’d be embarrassing to be dead in the Hoochie-Coochie River. Roarke: Chattahoochee Eve: What’s the difference? Roarke: Quite a bit, I’d think.

It’s lunacy out there. Christmas makes people insane. And that bit about goodwill toward men? It sure as hell doesn’t apply to retail.

Nothing ever seems too bad, too hard or too sad when you’ve got a Christmas tree in the living room. All those presents under it, all that anticipation. Just a way of saying there’s always light and hope in the world.

Music isn’t just a bunch of notes strung together, sweetheart. It’s life. It’s memory. Songs trigger specific and often predictable emotional reactions. Music’s an expression of emotion, desires.