Eve found a street slot – small miracle – and decided it was worth a two and a half block hike in the snow. She imagined some cheery optimist would call the wind bracing. She hated cheery optimists. She.
Creative people study other people; and music is a science as much as an art, an emotion as much as a science.
It’s a mistake to be too much one of your own as they’ll never see you as fully in charge.
The vices of authority are chiefly four: delays, corruption, roughness and facility. Francis Bacon.
Poison’s generally a woman’s weapon.” “Sexist.” “Statistics,” she countered.
You’d enjoy flying more if you’d learn the controls.” “I’d rather pretend I’m on the ground.” Roarke sent her a quick smile. “And how many vehicles have you wrecked, had blown up, or destroyed in the last, oh, two years?” “Think about that, then imagine it happening when I’m at the wheel at thirty thousand feet.” “Good point. I’ll do the flying.” “Do that, ace.
I thought it was ‘innocent until proven guilty″ “That’s just one of the bigger lies we live by.
Parents are weird and dangerous creatures.
Bet you haven’t had time to rub on the breast cream either.” She turned on Roarke. “Some reason you can’t slap some on your hands before you feel her up?” “I do try,” he said, throwing Eve to the wolves without a qualm. “She’s a difficult woman.” “Let.
They were shadows in the dark, cocooned in its secrets, bathed in its silence, enspelled by each other.
You were never what he wanted you to be. And more than even I hoped. In weak moments, I might credit the lieutenant for some of that.
We have a Homicide, and a Code Five in number Eighteen-oh-three.
You love them. The fives and twenties and the profit margins, overheads, the trading fees and tax-free fuckwhats.” “I love little more than a tax-free fuckwhat.” “How does anybody keep track of money anyway, when it’s zinging around all over the place? This guy puts it here for five minutes into pork asses, then whap! he kicks the asses and slaps it into gizmos, then shuffles some of that into peanut brittle.” “It’s never wise to put all your eggs into one pork’s ass.
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.
Friendships were so damn complicated, so bound with sharp edges that could jab a hole through you at any given point.
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.
Thoughts, ideas, music, desires, poetry, anger, hate. People speak of the heart, Lieutenant, but it’s the brain that holds all the magic and mystery of the human species. It elevates us, separates us, defines us as individuals. And the secrets of it – well, it’s doubtful we’ll ever know them all.
The damn hawker nearly caught the bumper.” More amazed than angry now, Eve shook her head. “A guy in air boots nearly outran a cop ride. What’s the world coming to, Peabody?” Eyes stubbornly shut, Peabody didn’t move a muscle. “I’m sorry, sir, you’re interrupting my praying.
In that case I’ll just finish it out so you can swallow it all in one lump. I love you, and I need you every bit as much as you love and need me. Maybe I don’t say it as often or show it as smoothly, but that doesn’t make it any less true. If it pricks your ego to know that I’d protect you, that’s just too bad.
What are you smiling at?” she snapped at Roarke. “I’m a man, and I’m sitting here having coffee and cookies while two beautiful women snarl at each other. Being a man I’m required to wonder – perhaps imagine – whether there will soon be physical contact. Clothing may be ripped away. Why wouldn’t I smile?