• I know you love me, but I don't know why. I look at you and I just can't get why it's me. Every time I get my balance, I lose it again. Because it shouldn't be me, and I think it'd kill me if you ever figured that out.

    J. D. Robb, Nora Roberts (2011). “J.D. Robb The IN DEATH Collection”, p.940, Penguin