Quotes from Jim Butcher

I followed him through the halls of the enormous church until we got to the staff's kitchen. He went to the fridge, opened it, and came out with a bottle of bourbon. He poured some into a coffee cup, drank it down, and poured some more. He offered me the bottle. No, thanks. Aren't you supposed to drink vodka? Aren't you supposed to wear a pointy hat and ride on a flying broomstick? Touche, I said.

So really, it was just as well that Godmother had caught up to me, in spite of my best efforts to avoid her. I'd hate to find out that the universe really wasn't conspiring against me. It would jerk the rug out from under my persecution complex. -Harry

You think this is going to work? This peaceful summit thing?" "Sure," I said. After a second, I added, "Probably." "Probably?" "Maybe," I said. "We're down to maybe now?" I shrugged. "We'll see.

We're always disappointed when we find out someone else has human limits, the same as we do. It's stupid for us to feel that way, and we really ought to know better, but that doesn't seem to slow us down.

Because even if they are doing something immoral, I'd be an idiot to start criticizing them for it if I wasn't perfect myself. Smoking is self-destructive. Drinking is self-destructive. Losing your temper and yelling at people is wrong. Lying is wrong. Cheating is wrong. Stealing is wrong. But people do that stuff all the time. Soon as I figure out how to be a perfect human being, then I'm qualified to go lecture other people about how they live their lives.

You know the law, Dresden. He who kills the cheer springs for beer, chanted the rest of the table.

Unicorns, I said. Very dangerous. You go first.

Body or mind, heart or soul, we're all human, and we're supposed to feel pain. You cut yourself off from it at your own risk.

Stop, Kincaid said in a calm voice. Unclench. Unclench what? Murphy demanded. Unclench your ass. Excuse me? You're going to trip the beam. You need another quarter inch. Relax. I am relaxed, Murphy growled. Oh, Kincaid said. Damn, great ass then.

It rained toads the day the White Council came to town.

Many women have earned titles, Your Grace. It doesn't seem to have been a factor in whether or not they actually received them.

I could buy that she would murder me in a fit of rage, poison me out of flaming jealousy, or bomb my car out of sheer, stubborn pique. But she would never do it and feel nothing.

You.... tapped that ass. Presumably it was, phat?

About thirty feet from the door, Molly abruptly stopped in her tracks and said, Harry. I paused and looked back at her. Her eyes were wide. She said, I sense... I narrowed my eyes. Say it. You know you want to say it. It is not a disturbance in the Force, she said, her voice half-exasperated.

Mister Dresden is a diplomatically challenged individual. He should be in a shelter for the tactless.

If I stay, they'll kill me... If I go, at least everything that wants me dead won't be taking it personally.

Children are a precious gift, but they belong to no one but themselves. They are only lent us a little while.

He's Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull, with a big leather coat and a .44 revolver in his pocket.

As a whole, people suck. But a person can be extraordinary

I can't be under arrest now... I don't have time.

I grunted. "She's not a delicate princess," I said. "She's a warrior. Warriors have enemies. Sometimes warriors get hurt." I felt my jaws clench. "And then their friends even things up.

Kid. You just made the last mistake of your life.' 'God,' I said. 'I wish .

Epic sex? I sputtered. By what standards, precisely, is sex judged to be epic? And tons and tons of mortal simps like you used as pawns. Bob sighed happily, ignoring my question. There are no words. It was like the Lord of the Rings and All My Children made a baby with the Macho Man Randy Savage and a Whac-A-Mole machine.

I had a vague memory of being that ridiculous at one time. Let he who hath never worn parachute pants cast the first stone.