460 Quotes by J.D. Robb

When I ducked out, she was talking to Ana Whitney and some Roarke exec about knitting. The three of them were into it like it was their religion.

Likely both. If you’re going to bust them, I’ll wait.” “Only take a minute.” She stepped to the curb, shouted over the dented hood of an ancient Mini, “Hey!” And waved her badge in the air. Both bulky dealer and skinny junkie pounded sidewalk in opposite directions.

Well now, this must be love. You sharing the biscuits.” “They’re cookies. Biscuits are hot bread you smother in butter or gravy. Remember which side of the Atlantic you’re on, ace.

It’s too easy to become discouraged when no one values your skills and your efforts.

And things change, she remembered, no matter how hard you try to hold them in place.

I read this article about how what you wear under your clothes is all about what makes you feel empowered and in control. It’s the Under You.

It stunned him how much he could want her still, baffled him that she could be blind to how helpless he was under the clawing need for her. It infuriated him that she could, simply by existing, be his weakness. ‘Hold.

And you figure because the two of you don’t rub smooth she’ll let things slide?” Her eyes, colored to match her hair were round and sad. “That’s jerk thinking, Sumerset. Dallas’ll work till she drops to do right by you, and I figure you know it. If somebody came after you, she’d step between and take the hit, because that’s who she is. I figure you know that, too.

You were never what he wanted you to be. And more than even I hoped. In weak moments, I might credit the lieutenant for some of that.