Devoted in Death (In Death, #41)

by J.D. Robb

Can you tell me, Lieutenant Dallas, why humans kill humans? It doesn’t process.” “It never will,” Eve said.

“You can’t understand anything anybody’s saying, then they all die. We get plenty of that on the job.” “But if they’re doing all that in Italian—I’d want to go to an Italian opera, I think—then it’s romantic.”

“People defile and despoil what’s good and pure and special every single fucking day.

“Some people have the ability to walk lightly through the world and still leave a deep impression.

Not just attraction, not just passion, not just a mutual goal. There had to be trust to work as a team.

That one was doing the hiking/camping thing, which baffles me. Why would anybody do that on purpose? Huddle down by a fire outdoors, sleep in a tent? But they do.

“You can’t get the prize without reaching for it.”

“Death brings knowledge, to my thinking. Of all that couldn’t be known in life.

“Whatever came before, whatever comes after, I know what love is because of you.”

“Whatever came before, whatever comes after, it’s you who’ve shown me love changes everything. Lifts everything. Gives everything.”