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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| f4aa508 | Every case is different, and how we deal with every case is different. But what's the same is we work it, we do the job, and we take the risks the job demands. That's it. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 535417e | But a book? You go into it. There's no visual or auditory other than what forms in your own mind. You visualize the characters, the scene, through the words. You, as reader, interpret the tone of voice, the colors, the movement as you physically turn the pages. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 2a44c9c | How does hanky-panky translate to sex? Who comes up with words like that?" "Probably people who don't have sex" | humor | J.D. Robb | |
| d3a66bb | And then Roarke came to my door, and that gave me what I needed after all those years. I thank God for that, and him. But I'm telling you, and hope you already know, what you do, beyond the law of it, is needed." "Sinead." Roarke stepped up, pressed a handkerchief in her hand. "Ah well." Sighing now, she dabbed at tears. "The world can be so dark. It's foolish to deny it, and the Irish know the dark better than some in any case. It reminds .. | roarke | J.D. Robb | |
| 4eae419 | Eve] "Ironman sounds suspicious to me. What are the others?" [Roarke] "There's Thor, the Hulk," he began. [Eve] "Sounds like porn." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 0fdd8aa | A vid comes to you, even at you. It's visual, it's auditory, and can, of course, pull you in. Its purpose is to do just that, draw you into the world you see and hear. But a book? You go into it. There's no visual or auditory other than what forms in your own mind. You visualize the characters, the scene, through the words. You, as reader, interpret the tone of voice, the colors, the movement as you physically turn the pages. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 3f092b6 | But, Christ on a tricycle, Roarke, this is going to be a pain in my ass. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 6c92a32 | You and Roarke have a different couple dynamic." "What the hell does that mean?" "Well." Peabody slid her eyes over to Eve's profile. "That was a nice way of saying neither one of you would let the other get away with holding back. Something's going on with one of you, the other sniffs it out and hammers away until it's all out there. You're both nosy, and just mean enough not to let the other one slide by." | eve-and-roarke | J.D. Robb | |
| 7862f62 | Jeez. Okay, okay, sorry I jumped on you. I'm a little tense. Would you tell me, since you're so brave and strong and smart, how you know this is the source? | J.D. Robb | ||
| 34f5121 | You're embarrassed." Her brow cleared in surprise and amusement. "You're never embarrassed. By anything. This is weird. And kind of sweet." "I'm not embarrassed." Mortified, he decided, but not embarrassed. "I'm simply...not entirely comfortable explaining myself. I love you," he said and stilled her muffled chuckle. "You risk your life, a life that's essential to me, just by being who you are. This..." He brushed his thumb over her wedding.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| e101b44 | As Eve strode down the bright white corridor of the dead, Peabody hustled beside her. "Man, this place is always a little spooky, but this is beyond. You know how you half expect one of these bags to sit up and grab at you?" "No. Wait out here. If one of them makes a run for it, give me a call." "I don't think that's particularly funny." And watching the still black bags warily, Peabody took her post at the door." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 7214629 | Feeney] "Nearly blew ourselves up about an hour ago, right, Roarke?" Roarke rose and tucked his hands in his pockets. "I never doubted you for an instant Captain." "Like hell." In tune with his man, Feeney grinned. "If you weren't saying your prayers, boyo, I was saying mine. Still, I can't think of many others I'd be pleased to be blown to hell with." "The feeling's nearly mutual." "If you two have finished your little male bonding dan.. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 823f9f0 | Two lost souls. He'd once called them that. She wondered if they'd stopped being lost when they'd found each other. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 122f328 | When you don't know what you can have, you do okay with what you've got. | J.D. Robb | ||
| 0f7febe | Gee, Vernon, now you're scaring me. Not the union rep." She gave a deliberate shudder. "You won't be so smart when you're hit with a lawsuit, and I start bleeding that rich husband you hooked." "My God, Peabody, a lawsuit. I feel faint." "Don't worry, Lieutenant, I'll catch you." | J.D. Robb | ||
| b6a4a93 | I've got to get out of this place," he said as he eased back. "That's God's shining truth. I can only breathe in cop for so long without choking." "Hey." He tapped his finger on her chin. "Excepting one." | J.D. Robb | ||
| 91df4ff | Oops! We thought he had a gun!' So you shot me in the back three times 'cause you thought I had a gun? I was gonna sue, but they said they was gonna kill me. I was 18 years old, I didn't have nobody, I didn't have all this. They kept pickin' me up, kept lockin' my ass up, beating me, until I dropped the lawsuit. When I dropped the lawsuit, that's when everything stopped. That's what the fuck happened to me. I was terrorized by some terroris.. | terrorism white-supremacy | Jeff Smith | |
| 5f35c0e | Gavin finally clears his throat to fill the awkward silence. "Tavish, Lorne. Will you permit me to introduce--" The large man--Lorne--laughs, and it's a deep rumble in his chest. "Permit me. Well, la-di-da Lord-I-Have-an-Earldom." "Don't be an arsehole, Lorne," Tavish says. "There's a lady present, for god's sake, man." Then he looks at me. "I'm Tavish--uh, Mr. Gray." He smacks his companion in the stomach, who lets out a hearty oof. "And t.. | Elizabeth May | ||
| 6d37018 | What's he so damn arrogant about? Just because he made that fortune himself? Does he have to be such a damn snob just because he came from Hell's Kitchen? It isn't other people's fault if they weren't lucky enough to be born in Hell's Kitchen to rise out of! Nobody understands what a terrible handicap it is to be born rich. Because people just take for granted that because you were born that way you'd just be no good if you weren't. What I .. | Ayn Rand | ||
| 58c289f | I understood that assisted conception was the antithesis of careless, spontaneous or unplanned parenthood, that it was the most deliberate of decisions, undertaken only by women who were serious and dedicated in their quest to be mothers. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| de739a5 | learned, could be very demanding; I still had limited direct contact with them, which suited me just fine. From what I could gather, they would routinely be completely unable to articulate their requirements, at which point, in desperation, the designers would create some artwork for them based on the few vague hints they had managed to elicit. After many hours of work, involving a full team of staff, the work would be submitted to the clie.. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 9e88254 | I wasn't good at pretending... I could see no point in being anything other than truthful with the world... But, by careful observation from the sidelines, I'd worked out that social success is often built on pretending just a little. Popular people sometimes have to laugh at things they don't find funny, do things they don't particularly want to, with people whose company they don't particularly enjoy. Not me. I had decided, years ago, tha.. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 4eeb0a7 | Moments later, I received a response: :D Twenty-first-century communication. I fear for our nation's standards of literacy. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 92d22ec | A human hand was exactly the right weight, exactly the right temperature for touching another person, I realized. I'd shaken hands a fair bit over the years--more so recently--but I hadn't been touched in a lifetime. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 4dae52b | When you're struggling hard to manage your own emotions, it becomes unbearable to have to witness other people's, | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 46a7a49 | How marvelous to be able to read someone's skin, to explore the story of his life across his chest, his arms, the softness at the back of his neck. The barman had roses and a treble clef, a cross, a woman's face . . . so much detail, so little unadorned flesh. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 02dc1e9 | I have yet to find a genre of music I enjoy; it's basically audible physics, waves and energized particles, and, like most sane people, I have no interest in physics. | music relate | Gail Honeyman | |
| 22c8d85 | My hair was mousy brown, parted in the center, straight and not particularly thick. Human hair, doing what human hair does: growing on my head. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 134a1e3 | Whilst I am neither stylish nor fashionable, I am always clean; that way, at least, I can hold my head up when I take my place, however unexalted, in the world. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| f993e8a | you're a bit bonkers-but in a good way. You make me laugh...you don't give a ____ about any of the stupid stuff...you just do your own thing, don't you? | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 1dd4f18 | When I answered the door, he was holding a bottle of Irn-Bru and a bag of jelly babies. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| aced0ec | After the shampoo was rinsed away, the girl performed a 'shiatsu head massage'. I have never known such bliss. She kneaded my scalp with firm tenderness and precision, and I felt the hairs stand up on my forearms, then a bolt of electricity run down my spine. It ended about nine hours before I would have liked it to. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 16cc07c | music. It was a cacophonous din, with too many guitars and not enough melody. It was, I thought, the sound of madness, the kind of music that lunatics hear in their heads just before they slice the heads off foxes and throw them into their neighbor's back garden. "I've" | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 0e251f7 | that palpable sense of Friday joy, everyone colluding with the lie that somehow the weekend would be amazing and that, next week, work would be different, better. They never learn. | joy learn lie never | Gail Honeyman | |
| 565dfe9 | All of the seats already had an occupant, which meant I was going to have to position myself next to a stranger. In a different mood, I enjoyed this game: one had ten seconds to scan the occupants and select the slimmest, sanest, cleanest-looking person to sit next to. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 0d31bff | It often feels as if I'm not here, that I'm a figment of my own imagination. There are days when I feel so lightly connected to the earth that the threads that tether me to the planet are gossamer thin, spun sugar. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| b4430d4 | All you hear these days is that everything's going to hell in a handcart, how everybody's a pedophile or a crook, and it's not true. You forget that the world is full of ordinary decent people like yourselves, Good Samaritans who'll stop and help a soul in need. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| e4e7ff6 | Time only blunts the pain of loss. It doesn't erase it. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 89431cb | Eyelids are really just flesh curtains. Your eyes are always 'on', always looking; when you close them, you're watching the thin, veined skin of your inner eyelid rather than staring out at the world. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 6e73bfa | Why is it that client-facing jobs hold such allure for misanthropes? | Gail Honeyman | ||
| d912ec2 | I feel sorry for beautiful people. Beauty, from the moment you possess it, is already slipping away, ephemeral. That must be difficult. Always having to prove that there's more to you, wanting people to see beneath the surface, to be loved for yourself, and not your stunning body, sparkling eyes or thick, lustrous hair. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 99ee104 | I talk to her sometimes, I'm not ashamed to admit it. When the silence and the aloneness press down and around me, crushing me, carving me like ice, I need to speak aloud sometimes, if only for proof of life. A philosophical question: if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? And if a woman who's wholly alone occasionally talks to a pot plant, is she certifiable? I'm confident that it is perfectly no.. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 0dd4dab | Then I felt bad. Even alcoholics deserve help, I suppose, although they should get drunk at home, like I do, so that they don't cause anyone else any trouble. But then, not everyone is as sensible and considerate as me. | Gail Honeyman | ||
| 26f01bc | During the next free-form jigging section, I started to wonder why the band was singing about, presumably, the Young Men's Christian Association, but then, from my very limited exposure to popular music, people did seem to sing about umbrellas and fire-starting and Emily Bronte novels, so, I supposed, why not a gender- and faith-based youth organization? | Gail Honeyman |