460 Quotes by J.D. Robb

Why do they stare? They’re always staring. Like dolls,” she said as they walked into the building. “Or sharks.” “I.

I like your style, Lieutenant Dallas,” he said when they’d fought their way to the car. “I like it a lot. And by the way, I don’t think I’m in love with you anymore. I know I am.“-Roarke.

Peabody only smiled. Guilt was the best tool, she knew. She’d learned that one at her mother’s knee.

When you love somebody, they’ve got to know who you are, even if you’re not exactly who you were.

Sadder and sadder,” Peabody said when they were back on the sidewalk. “I guess you don’t think of how many people you brush up against, or how they might remember you. The guy at your corner deli, or the owner of your favorite take-out spot. The clerk where you usually shop for clothes. Not to sound too Free-Agey, but it matters. It all matters, what we leave behind with the people we brush up against.

Roarke had to deal with her moods. It was in the marriage rules.

Bet you haven’t had time to rub on the breast cream either.” She turned on Roarke. “Some reason you can’t slap some on your hands before you feel her up?” “I do try,” he said, throwing Eve to the wolves without a qualm. “She’s a difficult woman.” “Let.

Edison? Like Thomas?” “Who’s Edison Thomas?” “I mean Thomas Edison. The inventor?” Peabody explained. “The lightbulb?” “No, for Christ’s sake, this isn’t about lightbulbs. Like the sicko guy who married his own mother, then whined about it.” After a moment’s confusion, Peabody’s own lightbulb went off. “That’s Oedipus. I’m pretty sure that’s Oedipus.” “Edison, Oedipus, platypus. Whatever.

Why do sheep need a station? Are they catching trains? Where are they going? Why do they have to go there?