Quotes from Jim Butcher

Everyone dies, honey, I said, very quietly. Everyone. There's no 'if.' There's only 'when.' I let that sink in for a moment. When you die, do you want to feel ashamed of what you've done with your life? Feel ashamed of what your life meant?

Murphy nodded, frowning at the road ahead of her. The reason treachery is so reveiled, she said in a careful tone of voice, is because it usually comes from someone you didn't think could possibly do such a thing.

I like to think of it less as embezzling and more as an involuntary goodwill contribution.

I'm a pessimist of the human condition, as a rule, but contemplating the future and how the Carpenter kids could contribute to it was the kind of thought that gave me hope for us all, despite myself. Of course, I suppose someone must once have looked down upon young Lucifer and considered what tremendous potential he contained.

Here's where I ask why don't you spend your time doing something safer and more boring. Like maybe administering suppositories to rabid gorillas.

Faeries like pizza? I asked. Oh, Harry, Toot said breathlessly. Haven't you ever had pizza before? Of course I have, I said. Toot looked wounded. And you didn't share?

If you shoot, I will kill her before I die. Yes, Kitai said in a patient tone. Which is why I have not shot you. Yet.

You wouldn't be twisting yourself into knots like this, Harry, if you didn't care. So? Monsters don't care, Michael said. The damned don't care, Harry. The only way to go beyond redemption is to choose to take yourself there. The only way to do it is to stop caring.

It took a freaking genius to put this together, Michael. I hefted my staff. Fortunately, I said, and took a two-handed swing at the nearest stand of slender, delicate crystal. It shattered with gratifying ease, and the encasing light around the greater circle began to waver and dissipate. It only takes a monkey with a big stick to take it apart.

The Senior Council-- Couldn't find its heart if it had a copy of Grey's Anatomy , X-ray vision, and a stethoscope.

But you'd get arguments from all kinds of people that the Bible has got to be perfect. That God would not permit such errors to be made in the Holy Word. I thought God gave everyone free will. Which would presumably - and evidently - include the freedom to be incorrect when translating one language into another. Stop making me think. I'm believing over here.

Strength is the first virtue," Alera said. "That is not a pleasant fact. Its distastefulness does not alter the truth that without strength to protect them, all other virtues are ephemeral, ultimately meaningless.

Over the course of many encounters and many years, I have successfully developed a standard operating procedure for dealing with big, nasty monsters. Run away.

Whenever you've got a choice, do good, kiddo. It isn't always fun or easy, but in the long run it makes your life better.

You beg fate to make your fears into reality, Aleran. But for the moment, they are only fears. They may come. If so, then face them and overcome them. Until then, pay them no mind. You have enough to think on.

She studied my face for a long minute. Are you going to help my mom? It was a simple question. But how do you tell a child that things just aren't that simple, that some questions don't have simple answers--or any answer at all?

Better safe than exsanguinated.

Life is full of toil, sacrifice, and pain, and from the time we stop growing, we know that we've begun dying. We watch helplessly as year by year, our bodies age and fail, while our survival instincts compel us to keep on going-which means living with the terrifying knowledge that ultimately death is inescapable.

All right, you primitive screwheads. Listen up. I'm Harry Dresden. I'm the new Winter Knight.

So in addition to a feisty new Black Court partner in the war dance between the Council and the Vampire Courts, I also got angry lust bunny movies stars, deadly curses, and a thoroughly embarrassing job as my investigative cover. Oh, and bean curd pizza, which is just wrong. What a mess. I made a mental note: The next time I saw Thomas, I was going to punch him right in the nose.

Marcone's scum, but he's his own scum -Harry Dresden

Lies. Mab cannot change who you are.

No," she said. "You are not Patrick Swayze. I am not Demi Moore." She touched a switch on the little box and it started ticking. "And this sure as hell isn't pottery class.

It always shocked me how you could understand so many things and be such a complete idiot about so many others.