Salvation in Death Quotes

“Eve: What is it about asking you Catholic questions that gets you all jumpy?

Roarke: You'd be jumpy, too, if I asked you things that make you feel the hot breath of hell at your back.

Eve: You're not going to hell.

Roarke: Oh, and have you got some inside intel on that?

Eve: You married a cop...you married me. I'm your goddamn salvation.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“Statues are too much like dolls, and dolls are creepy. You keep expecting them to blink. And the ones that smile, like this?" Eve kept her lips tight together and she curved them up. "You know they've got teeth in there. Big, sharp, shiny teeth."

I didn't. But now I've got to worry about it.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“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.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“He reached in his pocket, took out the gray button that had fallen off her suit the first time they’d met. When she’d viewed him as a murder suspect. “And I have my talisman to remind me.”

It never failed to baffle her—and on a deeper level delight her—that he carried it with him, always. “What ever happened to that suit anyway?”

Humor flickered in his eyes. “It was hideous, and met the fate it deserved. This”—he held up the button—“was the best part of it.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“Don’t make threats unless you intend to follow through.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“Why do they call it rush hour when it lasts days and nobody can rush anywhere?”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“You never had sex in a car.”

“Yes, I have. You get ideas at least half the time whenever we’re in the back of one of your limos.”

“Not the same at all. That’s a grown-up venue, a limo is. It’s sophisticated sex. And here we are, crammed together in the front seat of a police issue, and the lieutenant is both aroused and mildly embarrassed.”

“I am not. Either.” But her pulse jumped, and her breath hitched when his thumbs brushed over the thin cotton covering her breasts. “This is ridiculous. We’re adults, we’re married. The steering wheel is jammed into the base of my spine.”

“The first two are irrelevant, the last is part of the buzz. Music on, program five. Skyroof open.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “It’s not going to work. It’s uncomfortable and it’s stupid. And I have to work in this vehicle.”

“I can make you come in ten seconds.”

She actually smirked at him. “Ten,” she said, “nine, eight, seven, six, five . . . oh shit.” She’d underestimated his quick hands, his skilled fingers. He had her trousers unhooked, had her wet and throbbing. And over.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“She leaned down until they were eye to eye. “His wife loved him. That’s no bullshit. I love you.”

“That’s no bullshit.”

“If I found out you were screwing around on me, could I off you?” He inclined his head. “I believe I’ve already been informed you’d be doing the rhumba—after appropriate lessons—on my cold, dead body.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” It cheered her up. “Just not sure pink Jolene has the stones for that.”

“Jimmy Jay was in violation of the . . . which commandment is it that deals with adultery?”

“How the hell would I know, especially since I wouldn’t wait for you to face your eternal punishment, should you be in said violation, before I rhumba’d my ass off.”

“Such is true love.”

“Bet your excellent ass. I got the vibe he might’ve been screwing around, but maybe I’m just a cynical so-and-so.”

Pleased with her, Roarke tapped a finger over the dent in her chin. “You are, but you’re my cynical so-and-so.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“What did people do with enormous families? All those cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews. How did they keep them straight? How did they breathe at any sort of family function?”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“At least I’m not asking you to go to six o’clock Mass with me in the morning.”

“Darling Eve, to get me to do that the amount and variety of the sexual favors required are so many and myriad even my imagination boggles.”

“I don’t think you can exchange sexual favors for Mass attendance. But if I decide to go check it out, and I get the chance, I’ll ask the priest.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“She was debating calling the lab and pushing for her tattoo when Peabody poked her head in.

“We got—Hey, doughnuts.”

“You’ll get yours. What have we got?”

“Marc Tuluz. Want him in here or the lounge?”

“Here’s a puzzler,” Eve began. “If we’re in the lounge interviewing him, how many doughnuts will be in this box upon our return?”

“I’ll bring him in here.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“No way that was a act. She really is that gullible. She really is dumb as a sack of moondust."

"Yet very sweet."

Eve rolled her eyes toward him. "I think you have to have a penis to get that impression.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“I crossed the line.” “The line shifts.” Now he gave those shoulders a quick, impatient shake. “If the law, if justice has no compassion, no fluidity, no humanity, how is it justice?”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“You’ve got a point. But I like it better when the bad guys are just the bad guys.” “There’s always plenty of them to go around.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“Are we running hot or something?" Peabody demanded. "So a person can't take a minute to have a cup of coffee and maybe a small bite to eat, especially when the person got off a full subway stop early to work off the anticipated bite to eat."
"If you're finished whining about it, I'll fill you in."
"A real partner would have brought me a coffee to go so I could drink it while being filled in."
"How many coffee shops did you pass on your endless and arduous hike from the subway?"
"It's not the same," Peabody muttered. "And it's not my fault I'm coffee spoiled. You're the one who brought the real stufff made from real beans into my life. You addicted me." She pointed an accusing finger at Eve. "And now you're withholding the juice."
"Yes, that was my plan all along. And if you ever want real again in this lifetime, suck it up and do my bidding."
Peabody stared. "You're like Master Manipulator. An evil coffee puppeteer."
"Yes, yes, I am. Do you have any interest, Detective, in where we're going, who we're going to see, and why?"
"I'd be more interested if I had coffee.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“It gets used too much, as an excuse, a fall guy, a weapon, a con. A lot of people, maybe most, don’t mean it except when it suits them.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“She rubbed away tears, but couldn’t stop them. “And he’s talking about visitations and miracles, and I’m thinking: But what about before? What about the terror and the pain and the horrible helplessness? What about that? Because I’m not dead, and I can still feel it. Do you have to be dead not to feel it anymore?” Her voice broke. Roarke felt the crack in his own heart.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“She smiled at him, very sweetly. “What is it about asking you Catholic questions that gets you all jumpy?”
“You’d be jumpy, too, if I asked you things that make you feel the hot breath of hell at your back.”
“You’re not going to hell.”
“Oh, and have you got some inside intel on that?”
“You married a cop. You married me. I’m your goddamn salvation.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“Lawyers are good at being vague and incomprehensible.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“Il”
― J.D. Robb, L'autel du crime

“The Church ruling is very clear. And rules often ignore the human and the individual factor. I think God ignores nothing. I think His compassion for His children is infinite. I can’t believe, in my heart, God closes his door to those in pain, to those in desperation.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“taught him never to look at skin—the color of skin is nothing. We’re all God’s children. He was a good boy. I told him, he had to work, that all of us must earn our way. So he took the work there, there where they killed him. Because I told him to.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“Death was a mean bastard.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“Everything and all things. That was Eve for him. Nothing he’d ever dreamed of, even in secret in the dirty alleys of Dublin, approached the reality of her. Nothing he possessed could ever be as precious. The taste of her in the cool night, in the pale light, stirred a craving he understood would never be fully sated.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“The daily life of kids was a strange one, she thought. You got hauled to various locations, dumped there, hauled out again at the end of the day. During the dump time, you formed your own little societies that might have little or nothing to do with your pecking order in your home life. So weren’t you constantly adjusting, readjusting, dealing with new rules, new authorities, more power, less? No wonder kids were so weird.”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death

“angled, straddled”
― J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death