Quotes from Jim Butcher

Do you know my dog's name? [...] It is from an ancient word, kerberos. It means 'spotted.' I blinked. You're a genuine Greek god. You're the Lord of the Underworld. And . . . you named your dog *Spot*?

Maybe you know the monsters, Martin, Murphy said quietly. But I know the guy who stops them. And if they don't return the girl, we'll make them regret it. She nodded at me and said, Let's go. We can watch Dresden kill the bitch.

I like to stay cozy with my paranoia, not pass her around to my friends and family.

Maybe my values are outdated, but I come from an old school of thought. I think that men ought to treat women like something other than just shorter, weaker men with breasts. Try and convict me if I'm a bad person for thinking so. I enjoy treating a woman like a lady, opening doors for her, paying for shared meals, giving flowers–all that sort of thing.

Whatever you do, do it for love. If you keep to that, your path will never wander so far from the light that you can never return.

My head was throbbing, and my hands were shaking, but I went down the ladder to my workroom - and started figuring out how to rip someone's heart out of his chest from fifty miles away. Who says I never do anything fun on a Friday night?

Jump into an open grave? What kind of idiot are you? Butters replied. I might as well put on a red shirt and volunteer for the away team. There's snow and ice and slippery mud down there. That's like asking for an ironically broken neck.

Thomas opened the throttle all the way and passed me, I kid you not, a shiny brass telescope. "Seriously?" I asked him. "Ever since those pirate movies came out, they're everywhere," he said. "I've got a sextant, too." "Any tent you have is a sex tent," I muttered darkly, extending the telescope. Thomas smirked.

I don't have anything against God. Far from it. But I don't understand Him. And I don't trust a lot of the people that go around claiming that they're working in His best interests. Faeries and vampires and whatnot -- those I can fathom. Even demons. Sometimes, even the Fallen. I can understand why they do what they do. But I don't understand God. I don't understand how he could see the way people treat one another, and not chalk up the whole human race as a bad idea

Tavi looked wildly around the courtyard, and when his gaze flicked toward them, his face lit witha ferocious smile. Uncle Bernard! Uncle Bernard! he shouted, pointing at Doroga. He followed me home! Can we keep him?

It turns out that Molly wasn't her mother's daughter in that respect. Charity was like the MacGuyver of the kitchen. She could whip up a five-course meal for twelve from an egg, two spaghetti noodles, some household chemicals, and a stick of chewing gum. Molly ... Molly once burned my egg. My boiled egg. I don't know how.

Bigots see something they expect and then they stop thinking about what is in front of them. It's probably how they got to be bigots in the first place.

It was one of those moments that would have had dramatic music if my life were a movie, but instead I got a radio jingle for some kind of submarine sandwich place blaring over the store's ambient stereo. The movie ofmy life must be really low-budget.

Wait. You don't understand. I just wanted it to stop. Wanted the hurting to stop. I smoothed a bloodied lock of hair from her eyes and felt very tired as I said, The only people who never hurt are dead. The light died out of her eyes, her breath slowing. She whispered, barely audible, I don't understand. I answered, I don't either. A tear slid from her eye and mixed with the blood. Then she died.

Tiny, but fierce!

I used the knife. I saved a child. I won a war. God forgive me.

Being a wizard gives you more power than most, but it doesn't change your heart. We're all human. We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.

Something like this will test you like nothing else, Mac said. You're going to find out who you are, Harry. You're going to find out which principles you'll stand by to your death--and which lines you'll cross. He took my empty glass away and said, You're heading into the badlands. It'll be easy to get lost.

I choose my battles, Dresden. Not you. She looked up at me calmly. Let me put this in terms that will get through your skull: My friend is going to save a child from monsters. I'm going with him. That's what friends do, Harry.

Last year in the U.S. alone more than nine hundred thousand people were reported missing and not found... That's out of three hundred million, total population. That breaks down to about one person in three hundred and twenty-five vanishing. Every year.... Maybe it's a coincidence, but it's almost the same loss ratio experienced by herd animals on the African savannah to large predators.

Living was a dangerous past-time, and often quite painful—but there was also such joy in living, such beauty, things that one would otherwise never see, never experience, never know. The risk of pain and loss was a part of living.

Doroga thumped a finger against his skull. Head got nothing to do with the heart. Your heart wants what it wants. Head got to learn that it can only kill the heart or else get out of the way

Knowledge is your weapon...Kill them with it.

You don't have to run faster than the bear to get away. You just have to run faster than the guy next to you.