Indulgence in Death Quotes

“What a woman you are,” he murmured, and she heard the emotion in it, the
way the Irish thickened just a bit in his voice. And saw it in those vivid eyes when he drew back. “That you would think of this. That you would do this.”
He shook his head, kissed her. Like the breath, long and quiet.
“I can’t thank you enough. There isn’t enough thanks. I can’t say what this means to me, even to you. I don’t have the words for it.” He took her hands,
brought them both to his lips. “A ghra. You stagger me.”
He framed her face now, touched his lips to her brow. “You’re the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“I hear the cock woke you up."

Eve choked on her coffee. "What?"

"Not that kind of cock." Sinead sent a sparkling look over her shoulder. "Though if that's true as well, good for you. I meant the rooster.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“Eve, I know this continues to astound and baffle you, but I actually like to socialize."

"I know. If it wasn't for that, you'd be perfect.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“Testing, she lifted her hips, let them fall. "Oh, for God's sake. We can't do this on a talking bed. Everybody in the house will know what's going on in here."

Enjoying himself, he nuzzled at her throat. "I believe they already suspect we have sex."

"Maybe, but that's different than having the bed yell out, 'Whoopee!"

Was it any wonder he adored her? he thought.

Watching her face, he trailed a finger over her breast. "We'll have quiet, dignified sex."

"If sex is dignified it's not being done right.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“It's Major Ketchup in the bathroom with the laser scalpel."

"Hmm." He sliced a delicately herbed spear of asparagus. "Obviously we were meant for each other as I can interpret that as you meaning something more like Colonel Mustard in the conservatory with the candlestick.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“Didn't people consider what could happen if armies of farm animals united in revolt?”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“You think they've killed before?"
"I'd bet your ass on it"
"Why my ass?" Eyes slitted, Peabody jabbed a finger in the air. "Because it's bigger? Because it has more padding? That's hitting below the belt."
"Your ass is below your belt. I'd bet mine, too, if it makes you feel better.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“I said, you're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“What did she say?" Eve asked when they got into the car. "Here's love, she said, to hold until next we meet and I give you more.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“There! There it is again! What language is that?"

From the bed, Roarke shifted. "I believe it's known as rooster."

With the weapon at her side, she stared at him, slack-jawed. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Not a bit. It's morning, more or less, and that's a cock signaling the dawn."

"A cock?"

"I'd say. I don't think Sindead and her man want you to stun their rooster, but I have to say, Lieutenant, you make a fascinating picture."

She heaved out a breath, set her weapon down. "Jesus Christ, we may as well be on another planet." She slid back into bed. "And if your cock gets any ideas about signaling the day, remember I've got a weapon.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“You're aunt's just--what is it--down the hall. You know damn well this place isn't soundproofed."

"You'll just have to be quiet." He gave her ribs a deliberate tickle that made her jump and yelp. "Or not."

"Didn't I bang you already today, twice this morning?"

"Darling Eve, you're a pathetic romantic.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“If sex is dignified it’s not being done right.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“No screen?" She nudged him away, scanned the walls. "Seriously? What kind of place is this?"

"The sort where people use bedrooms for sex and sleep, which is exactly waht I have in mind." To prove it, he tumbled her onto the bed.

It squeaked.

"What is that? Did you hear that? Is there a farm animal in here?"

"I'm fairly certain they keep those outside. It's the bed." He tugged her shirt over her head.

Testing, she lifted her hips, let them fall. "Oh, for God's sake. We can't do this on a talking bed. Everybody in the house will know what's going on in here."

Enjoying himself, he nuzzled at her throat. "I believe they already suspect we have sex."

"Maybe, but that's different than having the bed yell out, 'Whoopee!'"

Was it any wonder he adored her? he thought.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“You need more sleep.”
“Skillet, pan.”
“What?”
“You know, the skillet says the pan’s the same deal.”
He thought a moment. “I believe that’s the pot calling the kettle black.”
“Whatever, kitchen stuff can’t talk anyway.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“Why is that? Why do we love each other?” “Because we are what we are, and we’re both okay with it.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“You know what happens to people who longingly imagine having things they can’t afford?” “Happy dreams?” “A life of crime.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“Thanks, Lieutenant. Casey's going to be really excited about Saturday. Um, can we bring something?"
"Like what?"
"A dish?"
"We have dishes. We have lots of dishes."
"He means food," Peabody interpreted. "Don't worry about it, Trueheart. They're got plenty of that, too."
"Why would somebody bring food when they're coming to your place to eat?" Eve wondered when Trueheart hurried after Baxter.
"It's a social nicety.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“Cut it out.” She gave Peabody a shove. “You’re making my eye twitch.”
“We’re just sitting here.”
“I know sex giggles when I hear them.”
“I wasn’t giggling.”
“Not you. Him.”
McNab just grinned at her. “Those were manly chuckles.”
“You’re cops. Be cops.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“What the fuck was that? Is it like that vid, with the people and the pods and the dupes?”
“Oh, that’s a scary one. It’s sort of like that. He’s in love.”
“What with?”
“Who,” Peabody said with a laugh. “Apparently he met somebody a few weeks ago, and he’s in love. He’s happy.”
“He’s fucking creepy, that’s what he is. I think I like him better when he’s a dick. He kept smiling.”
“Happy makes you smile.”
“It’s unnatural.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“Mind the faeries,” Brian said with a grin. “Christ, it’s been years since I stepped into a country wood. Roarke, do you remember when we skinned those Germans in the hotel, then hid out for two days with travelers in the wood down in Wexford till the heat was off?”
“Jesus, I’m standing right here,” Eve pointed out. “Cop.”
“There was that girl,” Brian continued, unabashed. “Ah, the sultry beauty. And no matter how I tried to charm her, she only had eyes for you.”
“Again, right here. Married.”
“It was long ago and far away.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“Simple doesn’t mean unfulfilled.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“You can’t make this shit up.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“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.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“I said, you’re the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“Two years married, she thought, and he could still make her heart hum.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“Roarke pointed a finger at Galahad who'd begun his crouch toward the berries. The cat turned his head toward the screen as if suddenly enraptured by the financial new.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“Death, investigation, the insanity of a city that ran instead of walked, the smells of a cop shop, the rush and the burden of command. Some of that had become Roarke’s norm in the last couple years, she mused. He juggled that with his own world, which was buying, selling, owning, creating pretty much every freaking thing in the known universe. His beginnings had been as dark and ugly as hers. Dublin street rat, she thought, thief, conniver, survivor of a brutal, murderous father. The mother he’d never known hadn’t been so lucky. From that, he’d built an empire—not always on the sunny side of the law. And she, cop to the bone, had fallen for him despite the shadows— or maybe because of them. But there was more to him than either of them”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“I find myself pulling back, too often, from friends. It's easier, and more self-indulgent, to be alone. I need a nudge out of that cycle from time to time.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“You have power over a powerful man. His love for you gives you the power, though I suspect there are times the two of you fight like cats.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

“Minute by minute, then hour by hour, then day by day. Work is solace," he said, "friends are comfort. Life is for the living. You and I know that, even though we spend so much time with the dead - maybe because of that we know we have to live. Chale has been a great help to me."
"That's good," she said, thinking of the priest she'd suggested Morris talk to. "You can ... you know, anytime."
"Yes." His lips curved. "I know. You're work, and a friend, so have been both solace and comfort.”
― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death