Quotes from Jim Butcher

A second later the door opened and Murphy glared up at me, blue eyes bright and cold. Get more away. I've been fighting this computer all day long. I swear, if you blow out my hard drive again, I'm taking it out of your ass. Why would your hard drive be in my ass? I said.

My office is in a building in midtown Chicago. It's an older building, and not in the best of shape, especially since there was that problem with the elevator last year. I don't care what anyone says, that wasn't my fault. when a giant scorpion the size of an Irish wolfhound is tearing its way through the roof of your elevator car, you get real willing to take desperate measures.

I ask people impertinent questions. Hopefully turning up pertinent answers.

The past was gone. Nothing could change what had already been. Looking back at it, letting its wounds fester, indulging in regret was just a different, slower way to die. The living moved forward.

Love this job, Sanya murmured. Just love it. I need to challenge more people to duels, Thomas said in agreement. Men are pigs, Murphy said. Amen, said Molly. Lea gave me a prim look and said, I've not sacrificed a holy virgin in ages.

Harry? Bob asked. Are your feet wet? And can you see the pyramids? I blinked. What? Earth to Dresden, Bob said. You are standing knee-deep in de Nile.

Mab turned back to me and eyed me up and down. She quirked one eyebrow, very slightly, somehow conveying layers of disapproval toward multiple aspects of my appearance, conduct, and situation, and said, 'Finally.' 'There's been a lot on my mind,' I replied. 'It seems unlikely that your cares will lighten,' Queen Mab replied. 'Improve your mind.'

There are moments in your life that, when you look back at them, you realize were perfect.

He had hard, steady eyes, and all the comforting, reassuring charm of a dental drill. - Harry Dresden describing Morgan

It is the prerogative of wizards to be grumpy. It is not, however, the prerogative of freelance consultants who are late on their rent, so instead of saying something smart, I told the woman on the phone, Yes, ma'am. How can I help you today?

Troubleshooters? Michael asked. When there's trouble, I told him, they shoot it.

It's just one hour. Just one little hour. What could happen in one hour?

Life is easier when you can write off others as monsters, demon, as horrible threats that must be hated and feared the thing is you can't do that without becoming them, just a little.

Monsters are born of pain, and grief, and loss, and anger. Your heart is full of them.- -And? And it makes you vulnerable.

Thomas has the kind of whiter-than-white boyish grin that makes women's panties spontaneously evaporate.

A pair of dolphins swept by us in the water, flicking their heads out to get a look at us as they went. One of them made a chittering sound that wasn't very melodic. The other twitched its tail and splashed a little water our way, all in good fun. They weren't the attractive Flipper kind of dolphins. They were regular dolphins that aren't as pretty and don't get cast on television. Maybe they just refused to sell out and see a plastic surgeon. I held up a fist to them. Represent.

I mean it, I said. You're in danger. Relax, Harry. I'm not letting anyone lick me, and I'm not looking anyone in the eyes. It's kind of like visiting New York.

Well. We'll just have to hope that this wasn't a loup-garou, I guess." "If it was a louper, you'd know," Bob said wisely. "In the middle of this town, you'd have a dozen people dead every time the full moon came around. What's going on?" "A dozen people are dying every time the full moon comes around.

My name is Harry Dresden, I said. Fitz stumbled. Holy shit, he said. Like... that Harry Dresden? The professional wizard? The one and only. He recovered his pace and shook his head. I heard you were dead. Well, yeah, I said, but I'm taking it in stride.

I like dogs. They give Mister something to snack on.

Isana felt her throat tighten. We failed. Serai lifted her chin and patted Isana's arm firmly. We have not yet succeeded. There is a difference.

Rain was coming down in sheets. I could hear it, on the concrete outside and on the old building above me. It creaked and swayed in the spring thunderstorm and the wind, timbers gently flexing, wise enough with age to give a little, rather than put up stubborn resistance until they broke. I could probably stand to learn something from that.

You're dead, son. Cheer is contraindicated.

Mouse is] with us. The dog is a handicap-assist animal. The kid lifted his eyebrows. My mouth is partially paralyzed, I said. It makes it hard for me to read. He's here to help me with the big words. Tell me if I'm supposed to push or pull on doors, that kind of thing.