J.D. Robb Quotes

I can’t let her stand trial. Her head lolled; she snapped it back. I have to find . . . I need to go . . . She couldn’t even lift her weighted arm to her head. Damn it, Roarke, damn it, that was a tra...

I couldn’t have. I don’t know what happened.’ ‘Tell me what you do know.

I don't mind being a suspect when the corpse is a shit-for-brains fuckwit, but if I'd killed her it would've been bloody and loud. And I'd have enjoyed it too much to keep it to myself.

I don't worry about traditions overmuch. The fact is, I could change my mind as to whether I want something. For one reason or another, it could lose its appeal.

I don’t get it. Scratch, bite, squeal, slap. Why do women fight like that? They’ve got fists. It’s embarrassing to our entire gender.

I don’t like to think of her as pretend Peabody anymore. The more we find out, the meaner and crazier she gets. It’s like it’s bad enough fake Peabody got murdered, but now fake Peabody is a dead, bla...

I figure it doesn’t work that way. It finds you, and it grabs you by the throat and you can’t do a damn thing about it.

I hope I helped, but I have to tell you this sort of thing is a lot more exciting, and a lot less emotionally wearing, in a book than it is in real life. You got that right.

I knew him. He was arrogant, pompous, smug, vain. Vain, arrogant men don't choose to be found dead naked in the bathtub swimming in their own blood.

I know I say people suck, but I didn't mean it literally.

I know about Trina. You bitch.Shoulders hunched, Peabody carefully pinned up murder. It’s a special night. You’ll look really good, and you won’t have to do it all yourself. We won’t want the NYPSD to...

I know. I’ve got to cover all the bases. I’m going to track down the people Mavis recognized at the victim’s house, get statements. I’ve got to find a table dancer with a big dick and a tattoo. The fu...

I love you, Eve. She looked away from the sun, the ocean, and into his eyes. And it was wonderful, and for the moment, it was simple. I missed you. She pressed her cheek to his and held him tightly. I...

I love you. His eyes met hers briefly, and it was there. The simplicity of it. The enormity of it.

I married a cop. I told you not to. Now he laughed, and kissed her again where her brow had furrowed. And would I listen? I’m damn good at being married to a cop.

I need to see you again.Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. Roarke, what's going on here?

I once stood in a field in Ireland, alone, a little lost, and wishing for you more than I wished for my next breath. And you came, though I never asked you, you came because you knew I needed you. We...

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.

I think possibilities often come unexpectedly, and what you do with them, how much you’re willing to risk for them, can change your life and make it more than you ever imagined it could be. You

I thought it was 'innocent until proven guilty'' That's just one of the bigger lies we live by.