Quotes from Jim Butcher

I heard someone walk out of the alley behind me, and my body went tense and tight, despite my weariness.  Then a young woman's voice said, in a passable British accent, The Little People are easily startled, but they'll soon be back.  And in greater numbers.     I sagged in sudden, exhausted relief.  The bad guys hardly ever quote Star Wars.

Demonreach only wants Harry to see what's going on. Why doesn't it just marry him? Thomas muttered under his breath. It sort of did, I said. My brother the... geosexual?

People who ask questions and think about their faith are the last ones to embrace dogma -- and the last to abandon their path once they've set out on it. I felt fairly sure that the Almighty, whatever name tag He had on at the moment, could handle a few questions from people sincerely looking for answers. Hell, He might even like it.

Chili dogs, funnel cakes, fried bread, majorly greasy pizza, candy apples, ye gods. Evil food smells amazing -- which is either proof that there is a Satan or some equivalent out there, or that the Almighty doesn't actually want everyone to eat organic tofu all the time. I can't decide.

My friend is going to save a little girl from monsters. I am going with him. That's what friends do.

The mad rarely know that they are mad. It's the rest of the world, I think, that seems insane to them.

You never get a straight answer from captains. You should know that by now.

There should be some kind of rule against needing to kill anything more than once.

One ravishing dark-haired beauty wearing leather pants and strategically applied electrical tape, stared hard at me and, when she saw me looking, licked her lips very, very slowly. She trailed a fingertip over her chin, down across her throat, and down over her sternum and gave me a smile so wicked that it's parents should have sent it to military school.

Still going with the phallic foci, eh? Staff and rod? They make me feel all manly.

Let come the forces of night! We will stand! We will get the hell out of here is what we will do, I muttered.

A bunch of people are gonna be mad at me, I've got some kind of medical issue that's going to kill me in a while if I don't deal with it, oh, and the island's blowing up tomorrow and taking a whole lot of the country with it if I don't fix it." Thomas gave me a steady look. "So," he said. "Same old, same old.

Got to die of something, Giraldi observed. Might as well put back a few pints while you wait to see what it is.

How busy are you today? Oh, he [Thomas] mused. I don't know. I mean, I've got to get a new shirt now. After that, I asked, would you like to help me save the city? If you don't already have plans. He snorted. You mean, would I like to follow you around, wondering what the hell is going on because you won't tell me everything, then get in a fight with something that is going to leave me in intensive care? Uh-huh, I said, nodding, pretty much. Yeah, he said. Okay.

He's Black Council, I said. Or maybe stupid, Ebenezar countered. I thought about it. Not sure which is scarier. Ebenezar blinked at me, then snorted. Stupid, Hoss. Every time. Only so many blackhearted villains in the world, and they only get uppity on occasion. Stupid's everywhere, every day.

Why is it that you've never got the least goddamned clue what's happening inside your own head. Have you ever noticed this trend? Doesn't it bug you sometimes?

I love watching him think, Maeve told Lily. You can almost hear that poor little hamster running and running on its wheel.

I finished the beer and sighed. "Arrogance," I said. "I feel stupid." "Good," Michael said. "It's good for everyone to feel that way sometimes. It helps remind you how much you still have to learn.

Susan smiled at me, giving Molly the Female Once-Over - a process by which one woman creates a detailed profile of another woman based upon about a million subtle details of clothing, jewelry, makeup, and body type, and then decides how much of a social threat she might be. Men have a parallel process, but it's binary: Does he have beer? If yes, will he share with me?

Ease off the martyr throttle.

I believe that there's a cloud for every silver lining,' I said.

And you've got that look on your face again. I can't help it, Ehren said. You're about to walk to breakfast, arn't you, regardless of who is in the way? Yes, Tavi said. Ehren sighed. Let's hear it. Tavi told him the plan. That's insane, Ehren said. It could work. You arn't going to have anyone come along to bail you out this time, Ehren pointed out. Tavi grinned. Are you with me? The plan is insane, Ehren said. You are insane. He looked around inside the tent. I'll need some pants.

The real battle for your own soul isn't about falling from a great height; it's about descending, or not, one choice at a time.

Karrin Murphy led the charge, and Sanya and I tried to keep up. She went through that sea of foes like a little speedboat, her enemies spun and tossed and turned and disoriented in her wake. Sanya and I hacked our way through stunned foes, pushing and chopping with unsophisticated brutality-and that big Russian lunatic just kept laughing the whole time.