Quotes from Jim Butcher

if you go exploring, you might find something that could hurt you. If one doesn't , one is not truly exploring

the worst madmen don't seem odd at all," Grimm said. "They appear to be quite calm and rational, in fact. Until the screaming starts.

Somewhere out there was a village I'd deprived of it's idiot.

Bob, I said over my shoulder. Tell her it's me. Can't, Bob said in a dreamy tone. Boobs.

Sir, said the guard from behind me. I'd appreciate it if you left your club here. I paused and looked over my shoulder, He had a gun. His hand wasn't exactly resting on it, but he'd tucked his thumb into his belt about half an inch away. It isn't a club, I said calmly. It's a walking stick. Six feet long. It's traditional Ozark folk art. With dents and nicks all over it. I thought about it for a second. I'm insecure? Get a blanket.

War leaves you precious little time to be human. It's one of the more horrible realities about it.

I hate what you represent. ... Power without conviction. Isana replied, her tone lifeless, matter of fact. Ambition without conscience. Decent folk suffer at the hands of those like you.

I didn't shiver. I get muscle twitches sometimes. That's all.

You!" I said, relishing the moment. "Shall not! Pass!

I eyed the spirit. "You know the name 'Alfred' is a joke, right?" It stared at me. A wind that didn't exist stirred the hem of its cloak. I raised my hands in surrender and said, "All right. I guess you need a first name, too. Alfred Demonreach it is.

Magic came from life itself, from the interaction of nature and the elements, from the energy of all living beings, and especially of people. A man's magic demonstrates what sort of person he is, what is held most deeply inside of him. There is no truer gauge of a man's character than the way in which he employs his strength, his power.

I poke at my skull with a finger. It didn't feel soft or anything. I didn't feel insane. But if you'd really lost it, would you have enough left to know? Crazy people never thought they were crazy. I've always talked to things, I said. And to myself. Good point, myself agreed with me. Unless that means you've been nuts all along. I don't need wiseass remarks, I told myself severely. There's work to do. So shut up.

As far as I can tell, all cats [can see ghosts.] But they aren't terribly impressed with the fact that we're dead and still present. One rarely gets a reaction from them.

Man. Being mostly dead is hard on a guy.

Your face looks like a sack of purple potatoes

I hate feeling like Han Solo in a world of Jedi.

Someone is out there, I said. Someone who has been manipulating the events. Playing puppet master, stirring the pot, stacking the deck - Mixing metaphors? Thomas suggested.

Booya! I drunkenly howled from the ground. I choked a little on the dust as I staggered back to my feet, my heart pounding, my whole body alive with strain and adrenaline. I stabbed a pointing finger toward the impact crater. That's right! Who just rocked your face ? Harry fucking Dresden! That's who!

The worst lies are almost always silence—or else truth, tainted with just enough deception to rot it to the core.

Sometimes the only way to carry a heavy burden is to share it with another

That's the worst part about the walking dead... the stains.

Doesn't matter how pretty you are. What's important is how pretty you feel. No one feels pretty when they hear no often enough.

I'm a disciple of the Tao of Peter Parker, obviously

I'm... I felt a little ill. You're saying... I'm pregnant? My double threw up his arms. Finally, he gets it. In years and years and years of experience as a wizard, I'd dealt with concepts, formulae, and mental models that ranged from bizarre to downright insanity-inducing. None of them had, in any way whatsoever, ever prepared my head to wrap around this. At all. Ever.