Quotes from Jim Butcher

I'm brilliant as well as skilled," he said modestly. "It's a great burden, all of that on top of my angelic good looks. But I try to soldier on as best I can.

All hospital emergency rooms have the same feel to them. They're all decorated in the same dull, muted tones and softened edges, which are meant to be comforting and aren't. They all have the same smell too: one part tangy antiseptics, one part cool dispassion, one part anxiety, and one part naked fear. They

spun back to the enemy, brought my shield up—and stood tall. "You!" I said, relishing the moment. "Shall not! Pass!

An apocalypse, by its nature, is kind of doomy and gloomy.

Kill the bridge, dammit!" I shouted back. I heard the Sword of Faith come alight in his hands, and a glance over my shoulder showed him hacking through the bridge at his feet as if it had been made of so many soap bubbles. I spun back to the enemy, brought my shield up—and stood tall. "You!" I said, relishing the moment. "Shall not! Pass!" They replied with a hail of automatic weapons fire. The impacts against my shield all but blinded me.

77 days 77 attempted murders Use your imagination, Mab sure as hell did. There was even a ticking crocodile.

age is always advancing and I'm fairly sure it's up to no good.

working for

Watch out, he's loose!" I screamed to a nearby suit, reeling back toward him and fighting to keep the sudden grin off my face. "He'll tear us all apart!

Paranoia is a survival trait when you run in my circles. It gives you something to do in your spare time, coming up with solutions to ridiculous problems that aren't ever going to happen. Except when one of them does, at which point you feel way too vindicated. - Harry Dresden, Changes

It's a curse to be so damned talented when I'm already obscenely good-looking, but I try to soldier on as best I can.

When the enemies of Spire Albion were in the walls, the great-great granddaughter of old Admiral Tagwynn had refused to have a good lie-down, and it was as simple and as profound as that.

dressed in black slacks and a grey silk shirt, and

He bared his teeth, white against his dark skin. "How long have you been a Wiccan?" "A what?" "A pagan. A witch." "I'm not a witch," I said, glancing out the door. "I'm a wizard." Sanya frowned. "What is the difference?" "Wizard has a Z.

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring except me and Mouse.

My faith protects me. My Kevlar helps.

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of trauma, I will fear no concussion.

Worry is fear in disguise. And fear will eat you from the inside out if you let it.

The only way never to do the wrong thing is never to do anything.

You don't explain to the janitorial staff how your company is a part of a sinister organization with goals of global infiltration and control. You just tell them to clean the floor.