Quotes from Jim Butcher

Damn. Bob was kind of awesome.

Dismembering monsters with a chain saw is one thing. People are another." "Yeah. People are easier." "Bob," I growled. "They're people.

Dammit. What kind of weapons are they toting?" "Uh, teeth. Mostly teeth, Harry." I glared at him. "Not the dogs.

When it gets here, we'll run out and dance in it," I said. "Why?" Maggie asked. "If we don't, life has just as much rain," I said, "but way less dancing.

She was also mad. Loopy as a crochet convention.

So, he said. Mab. I grunted vaguely in reply. You hit that, Sanya said.

Senator. If you call my friend a liar one more time, I will take it badly. Excuse me? Arnos said, his eyebrows rising up. I suggest you find an alternate shortsighted, egomaniacally ridiculous reason to blatantly, recklessly ignore an obvious threat to the Realm simply because you don't wish it to exist. If you cannot restrain yourself from base slander, I will be pleased to meet you in juris macto and personally rip your forked tongue from your head.

Know your enemy. Know yourself. Only then may you achieve victory.

There were quick footsteps beside me, and then Molly pressed her back to mine. You take that side! she said. I'll take this one! DJ Molly C lifted both of her wands and turned the battle chaos to eleven.

Who am I? What have I done with my life? Who can I trust? That last one is a doozy. It haunts you in moments of doubt. Sometimes when you wake up at night, you wonder if you've put your faith in the right people. Sometimes when you find yourself alone, for whatever reason, you review every little thing you know about someone, searching your memory for small, subtle things you may have missed about them.

We had reached the doors to my suite, which still felt awkward to say, even in my own head. My suite. Guys like me don't have suites. We have lairs.

I looked from the gadget-readied spear and body armor to my slender staff of plain old wood and leather duster. My dick is better than your dick, I said.

If your new boss wanted yo on the island, wouldn't she just have told you to go there? Thomas asked. Seems like, I said. Taking her orders is pretty much my job now. Molly snorted softly. Maybe I'll grow into it, I said. You don't know. Thomas snorted softly.

Peabody may not have seen the man turn into a grizzly, but he was bright enough to know that Injun Joe was getting set to adjust another relative ass-to-ears ratio.

The blood on their hands does not make it right to bloody my own. My choices are measured against my own soul. Not against the stains on theirs.

We followed him through the wealthy splendor of the house. Hardwood floors. Custom carved woodworking. Statues. Fountains. Suits of armor. Original painting, one of them a van Gogh. Stained-glass windows. Household staff in formal uniform. I kept expecting to come across a flock of peacocks roaming the halls, or maybe a pet cheetah in a diamond-studded collar.

You can have everything in the world, but if you don't have love, none of it means crap, he said promptly. Love is patient. Love is kind. Love always forgives, trusts, supports, and endures. Love never fails. When every star in the heavens grows cold, and when silence lies once more on the face of the deep, three things will endure: faith, hope, and love.

These evil freaks, Karrin said. They always pick the most charming places to hang out. Dark energy here, I said. Keeps people from wandering in and randomly interfering. And it feels homey. I know you haven't burned down any buildings in a while, she said, but if you start feeling the need...

I moved my feet in a vague shuffle, and remembered somewhere that when you walked, you moved them alternately. This improved our progress considerably.

What goes round comes around. And sometimes you get what's coming around. And sometimes you ARE what's coming around.

She pressed the rest of her clothes into my hands and said, Don't do anything weird with them. I was going to shellac them into a dining set and serve a four-course meal in them, I said, but if you're gonna get all squeamish about it, I guess I'll just hold them for you.

The door burst open. Murphy came through it, her eyes living flames of azure blue, her hair a golden coronet around her. She held a blazing sword in her hand and she shone so bright and beautiful and terrifying in her anger that it was hard to see. The Sight, I realized, dimly. I was seeing her for who she was.

The world seems dark and ugly sometimes. But there are still good things in it. And good people.

Lady Aquitaine sighed. "Then it all hinges on Scipio. He has a rather irritating talent for impersonating a fulcrum.