Quotes from Jim Butcher

Some words have a power that has nothing to do with supernatural forces. They resound in the heart and mind, they live long after the sounds of them have died away, they echo in the heart and the soul. They have power, and that power is very real. Those three words are good

I've heard that nature abhors a vacuum—though if that's true, then I can't figure why about ninety-nine zillion percent of creation is vacuum.

Intentions count for far less than the consequences of the actions born from them.

Which put me one step ahead of where I was, now. I had already killed the Nightmare-or helped to kill it, at least. Something about that just didin't seem fair. There should be some kind of rule against needing to kill anything more than once.

Maybe this is what it feels like for civilians when they see cops doing some of the dirty work. A lot of times they don't understand what's happening. They see something they don't like and it upsets them—because they don't have the full story, aren't personally facing the problem, and don't know how much worse the alternative could be.

Ah, well. There was no sense in brooding over it. Life never stays the same. There's always some kind of curveball coming at you. Nothing to do but swing away.

Some free advice for you: Never fight an old man. They've been there, done that, written the book, made and starred in the movie, designed the T-shirt, and they've got no ego at all about how the fight gets won.

I don't know the good or the evil of the thing. That's something that only you mortals worry about.

My stomach rumbled. Like certain other portions of my anatomy, it had a tendency to become easily sidetracked, and to hell with little details like survival.

Hey, Bogart. You and the wonder twins back off or the bedsheet gets it. Harry Dresden, Death Masks.

She came back with a can of Coke and a can of Diet Coke, and handed me the nonvile one.

Why? I demanded of her. Why bring the child into this? Why not just come straight to me? Does it matter at this point? I shrugged. Not really. I'm curious. She stared at me for a moment and then she smiled. You don't know. I eyed her warily. Don't know what? Dear boy, she said. This was never about you . I scowled. I don't understand. Obviously, Arianna said, and gave me a stunning smile. Die confused.

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.

Wisps of arctic blue and green and purple buzzed and whirled within those sharp spikes, sending out a wild coruscation of coloured light. The aurora was mesmerizing and blinding at the same time, and little disco balls hoped that they could grow up to be half as brilliant one day.

Humans are scared of just about everything. Problem is, their first reaction to be scared- Is to kill it.

Look," I said. "Me and the island are . . . kind of partners." "Oh, right," Thomas said. He looked at Karrin and said, "Harry's a geosexual.

I turned to Grey again. "The point is, killing someone is almost never the smart move, long term. Sometimes it's got to be done if you want to survive—but the more you do it, the more you risk creating more enemies and buying yourself even more trouble." Grey seemed to consider that for a moment, and then shrugged. "The argument is not entirely without merit. Tell me, wizard, does it give you some sort of satisfaction to protect this man?

Doing battle with the forces of… I was going to say evil, but I'm increasingly unsure exactly where everyone around me falls on the Jedi-Sith Index.

She was furious that I had seen her true form, horrified and embarrassed that I had stripped her disguise away and seen the creature beneath. And she was afraid that I could take away even her mask, forever, with my power.

An honest man is a rare treasure.

You already beat yourself up for enough things that aren't your fault. People who care don't want to add to that. He paused, and then added gently, But you assumed it was about you. 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.

Mab] was pale, beautiful on a scale that beggared simple description, and I harbored a healthy and rational terror of her.

There was a ticking time bomb inside my head and the one person I trusted to go in and get it out hadn't shown up or spoken to me for more than a year.

We headed toward the creepy old slaughterhouse full of dangerous beings. Which... pretty much tells you what kind of day I was having, right there.