Quotes from Jim Butcher

Revenge is like sex, Mister Dresden. It's best when it comes on slow, quiet, until it all seems inexorable.

I am blind and limited. I would be a fool think myself wise. And so, not knowing what the universe means, I can only try to be responsible with the knowledge, the strength, and the time given to me. I must be true to my heart.

Life is too short, Harry. And there's nowhere near enough joy in it. If you find it, grab it. Before it's gone.

Just remember that you're on my list, Marcone. Soon as I get done with all the other evils in this town, you won't be the lesser of them anymore. Marcone stared at me with half-lidded eyes and said, Eek.

A man's magic demonstrates what sort of person he is, what is held most deeply inside of him. There is no truer gauge of a man's character than the way in which he employs his strength, his power. I was not a murderer. I was not like Victor Sells. I was Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. I was a wizard. Wizards control their power. They don't let it control them. And wizards don't use magic to kill people. They use it to discover, to protect, to mend, to help. Not to destroy.

Tavi grinned. Are you with me? The plan is insane, Ehren said. YOU are insane. He looked around the inside of the tent. I'll need some pants.

For the sake of one soul. For one loved one. For one life. I called power into my blasting rod, and its tip glowed incandescent white. The way I see it, there's nothing else worth fighting a war for.

If you can't manage courtesy, try silence.

Thank God for wisecracks.

Maybe the Merlin was right. Maybe its better to look stupid but strong, than it is to look smart but weak, I don't know. I'm not sure I want to believe that the world stage bears that strong a resemblance to high school.

Now I feel like James Bond. Suave and intelligent, breaking all the codes while looking fabulous.

There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.

You're playing the creepy vibe a little hard," I said. "Might as well go for broke, put on a black top hat and pipe in some organ music.

The best thing about my faerie godmother is that the creepy just keeps on coming.

I found him in a Dumpster one day when he was a kitten and he promptly adopted me. Despite my struggles, Mister had been an understanding soul, and I eventually came to realize that I was a part of his little family, and by his gracious consent was allowed to remain in his apartment. Cats. Go figure.

Its amazing waht you can get used to if your daily allowance of bizarre is high enough.'......Harry Dresden

Here had lived someone else who knew that the only thing waiting at home was a sense of loneliness. Sometimes it is comforting. Most often, it isn't.

As in 'The Three Billy Goats Gruff'? The skull howled with laughter. You just got your ass handed to you by a nursery tale ? I wouldn't say they handed me my ass, I said. Bob was nearly strangling on his laughter, and given that he had no lungs it seemed gratuitous somehow. That's because you can't see yourself, he choked out. Your nose is all swollen up and you've got two black eyes. You look like a raccoon. Holding a dislocated ass.

As far as the Council is concerned, the U.S. Wardens are a bunch of mushrooms. Eh? Kept in the dark and fed on bullshit.

You can be as sincere as hell and still be wrong.

I put the ick in magic.

The noise was deafening, and no one could have heard me anyway as I let out my own battle cry, which I figured was worth a shot. What the hell. I DON'T BELIEVE IN FAERIES!

I lunged, low and quick, and drove about a foot of cold steel into his danglies. Hey, I don't care what kind of fearie or mortal or hideous creature you are. If you've got danglies, and can loose them, that's the kind of sight that makes you reconsider the possible genitalia-related ramifications of your actions real damned quick.

You predicted quick victory. Now it's going to get hopelessly complicated. Jesus, don't you know any better than that by now?