Festive in Death Quotes

“Just shut your mouth, you ignorant twat."
"Aw, Dallas, he called me a twat. How come you get to be a bitch, but I only get to be a twat."
"It's the rank," Eve told her. "You'll make bitch one day."
"Thanks. That means a lot to me.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“A banner hung over the break-room door, facing out so any who came in would see the sentiment:

NO MATTER YOUR RACE, CREED, SEXUAL ORIENTATION, OR POLITICAL AFFILIATION, WE PROTECT AND SERVE, BECAUSE YOU COULD GET DEAD.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“NO MATTER YOUR RACE, CREED, SEXUAL ORIENTATION OR POLITICAL AFFILIATION, WE PROTECT AND SERVE. BECAUSE YOU COULD GET DEAD.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“Where’s the hooch—for Dickhead?”
“Fourth-floor gift room.”
She stared at him for ten silent seconds. “We have a gift room?”
On a half laugh, he shook his head. “One day, darling Eve, you really should go through the entire house. East wing, fourth-floor tower.”
“Okay.” Since she wasn’t completely sure where that was, she walked to the elevator.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“You go into marriage, you plow a road. You’re going to hit rough patches, and some may be rougher and last longer than others, but you’ve got choices to make. You work to smooth them out, you hold until they do, or they don’t. You stick with the road, or you get off. But you don’t do something to make it worse, don’t do something that maybe makes you feel better for the short term while it sucker punches the person you’re married to.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“Marriage is a series of promises.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“Love, Eve thought, came in all colors, shapes, and sizes.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“Can I borrow fifty bucks?”
“What?”
“I’m short until payday.”
“You’re short every day.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“Well, stop it or . . . Crap, is that Drunk Santa currently mooning passing traffic?”
“Wow, that’s some ugly ass he’s got there. It is Drunk Santa. Oh, please, do we have to stop? Think of the smell. Fear it.”
“We can’t leave that ugly ass hanging out on Ninth Avenue.” Resigned, Eve started to pull over, then spotted two hustling beat cops. Pitying them, she kept going.
“It’s a Christmas miracle,” Peabody said, reverently.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“If men had to wear heels, they’d be outlawed across the land.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“There’s always a way out. You just have to pay the price, whether it’s money, status, the emotional hit, or all of that and more. Cheating’s cheap and it’s lazy.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“She decided working security at the SkyMall ranked high on her list of worst ten jobs, right up there with shark tank cleaners—somebody had to do it—and proctologists.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“Santa exists in the hearts of all true believers.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“Can't change what was," she said with a shrug. "So you deal with what is”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“Eve bit into some bacon -- honestly, good sex, a hot shower, then bacon? Did a morning get any better?”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“is a series of promises.” When she’d realized that—marriage equaled promises—she hadn’t feared it. As much. “Maybe you can’t keep them all. The whole till-death-do-us-part business. Maybe you can’t keep that one. Life can be long, and people change, circumstances change, so okay. You realize you don’t really want this life or this person, or the person you made the promises to isn’t who you thought, or they’ve changed in a way you can’t accept or support. Whatever. You make a choice. Stick and try to work it through, or don’t. But don’t give me the boo-hoo, I’m not happy so I’m getting naked with somebody else on the side. It insults everybody.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“There’s no such thing as an amicable divorce.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“How does hanky-panky translate to sex? Who comes up with words like that?"
"Probably people who don't have sex”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“He coordinated his socks and underwear," she commented when Peabody came back in. "Colors and patterns. Who does that, and why?"
"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."
"If wearing matching boxers and socks make you feel empowered, you're a weenie.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“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.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“A lot of the general population are wrong.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“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.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“Cheating’s cheap and it’s lazy.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“have cheated in the first place.” “Well, yeah, but—” “There’s no ‘but.’” Eve pulled open the car door, slid in. “You go into marriage, you plow a road. You’re going to hit rough patches, and some may be rougher and last longer than others, but you’ve got choices to make. You work to smooth them out, you hold until they do, or they don’t. You stick with the road, or you get off. But you don’t do something to make it worse, don’t do something that maybe makes you feel better for the short term while it sucker punches the person you’re married to.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“For some a gift is only a symbol of their own superior position, which makes it not a gift at all.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“A cop did better cynical and suspicious.”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“over, shoes just— Hey!” She marched over, picked”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“She had to hoof it two”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“Bart’s”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

“them”
― J.D. Robb, Festive in Death