Divided in Death

Life is never as long as we want it to be, and wasted time can never be recovered.

You're the love of my life. I don't care how corny that sounds. You're the start of it, and the end of it. And you're the best of it.

Eve: “If you ended up naked and dead with another woman, I'd do the Rumba on your corpse.” Roarke: “You can't do the Rumba.” Eve: “I'd take lessons first.” Roarke: “You might very well. Not that you'll ever get the chance, but you'd also grieve.” Eve: “Wouldn't give you the satisfaction. You cheating f-wit putz. " Roarke: “You'd weep in the dark and call my name.” Eve: “Call your name alright. How are things in hell? You dickless bastard. And I'd laugh and laugh, that's how I''d call your name.” Roarke: “Christ Jesus Eve, I love you.” --Eve, Roarke

Eve (to Roarke): "Whatever happened to me back in Dallas, I came out of it. I'm standing here because of it. Maybe I have everything that matters to me, including you, because of it. If that's true, I'd go through it all again. I'd go through every minute of the hell to have you, to have my badge, to have this life.

There's an oatmeal cookie in there. I see no reason for the existence of oatmeal, particularly in cookies.

The simple and most complex answer is love.

She started out, then pressed a hand on the door to brace herself. “You think I don’t know, that I don’t understand what that cost you. But you’re wrong.” She couldn’t keep her voice steady, gave up trying. “You’re wrong, Roarke. I do know. There’s no one else in the world who would want, who would need to kill for me. No one else in the world who would step back from it because I asked it. Because I needed it.” She turned, and the first tear spilled over. “No one but you.” “Don’t. You’ll do me in if you cry.” “I never in my life expected anyone would love me, all of me. How would I deserve that? What would I do with it? But you do. Everything we’ve managed to have together, to be to each other, this is more. I’ll never be able to find the words to tell you what you just gave me.” “You undo me, Eve. Who else would make me feel like a hero for doing nothing.” “You did everything. Everything. Are everything.” Mira was right, again. Love, that strange and terrifying entity, was the answer after all. “Whatever there is, whatever happened to me, or how it comes back on me, you have to know, you need to know that what you did here gave me more peace than I ever thought I’d find. You have to know that I can face anything knowing you love me.” “Eve.” He stepped away from the slot, away from what was gone. And toward her, toward what mattered. “I can’t do anything but love you.

Then I’ll tell you the simple and most complex answer is love. It’s where you start, and where, if you work hard enough, want hard enough, you end.

The next thing she knew, he was shaking her gently by the shoulder. “Eve.” “What!” Her eyes popped open. “I wasn’t sleeping. I was thinking.” “Yes, I could hear you thinking.” “If that’s some smart-ass way of saying I was snoring, bite me.

Love can die. It can be killed, no matter how alive it was, it’s not invulnerable. Mine’s dead. It’s dead and it’s buried. I just want one thing more, and that’s the chance to look him in the face and tell him he’s nothing. If I can do that one thing, it’ll be enough.

She curled up beside him, realizing they both needed this space of intimacy as much as they'd needdd the reassurance and release. Her world had been rocked. She only understood how violent the shake had been now that it was stead again.

The goodie drawer of all goodie drawers. This dildo not only throbs, vibrates, expands, and comes equipped with hands-free feature, it sings a choice of five popular tunes.” He crouched beside her. “You couldn’t have tried it out that quickly.” “Pervert. I turned it on to see. He’s got some illegals sprinkled through here, too.

You're courageous enough to do something that in some part of your heart you see as cowardly.

We are not disposable, she told herself when her hands gripped the wheel like iron. No matter how many bodies she’d stood over, no matter how many she’d ordered bagged, none of them, none of them, none of them were disposable.

You'd sleep better without the clothes." "You get ideas when I'm naked." "Darling Eve, I get ideas when you're wearing riot armor. All I'm after is a bit of sleep, I promise you." She wiggled out of the jeans, the shirt, then gave him a mock scowl when he slid in beside her, drew her against him. "Don't even think about engaging thrusters." "Quiet." He kissed the top of her head, snuggled her in. "Go to sleep.

A strong woman’s tears can cut a man to ribbons faster than a knife.

I see you. I know you. I love you.

Got hoagies.” With a grunt, she dropped back in the seat. “What, for the whole squad?” “And other provisions.” “Because we’re going on safari?

You get through a crisis by doing what needs to be done next.

A dog who'd been kicked often enough knew to stay down.

It’s in them anyway.

I couldn’t have. I don’t know what happened.’ ‘Tell me what you do know.