Quotes from Jim Butcher

Molly was committing dinner by that time, aided and abetted by Sanya, who seemed to take some kind of grim Russian delight in watching train wrecks in progress.

I can't be under arrest now... I don't have time.

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.

Any time I'm not shooting my mouth off to a clichéd, two-bit creature of the night like you, it's because I'm up to something.

Some things just aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste.

We all must die. There is no better way to do so than in the pursuit of something you love.

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

No matter where you go, there you are. (Uriel to Harry Dresden)

Because a sound tree doesn't have bad roots, Amara. No enterprise of greatness begins with treachery, with lying to the people who trust and love you

Love is another kind of power, which shouldn't surprise you. Magic comes from emotions, among other things.

Whatever you do, do it for love. If you keep to that, your path will never wander so far from the light that you can never return.

When a young writer comes up to me with an ambitious idea for a 20-book series, I usually tell him to maybe try something smaller to start off with.

Doroga thumped a finger against his skull. Head got nothing to do with the heart. Your heart wants what it wants. Head got to learn that it can only kill the heart or else get out of the way

Dammit, Dresden, if you want to know about me, wait for the autobiography like everyone else.

Erlking," I told her. "Big-time bad guy. Wants to eat me." "Why?" she asked. "Well. I met him," I said.

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?

If I stay, they'll kill me... If I go, at least everything that wants me dead won't be taking it personally.

Many women have earned titles, Your Grace. It doesn't seem to have been a factor in whether or not they actually received them.

I put it down to the paranoia of advancing age. It isn't like I'm all that old or anything, especially for a wizard, but age is always advancing and I'm fairly sure it's up to no good.

Anger is just anger. It isn't good. It isn't bad. It just is. What you do with it is what matters. It's like anything else. You can use it to build or to destroy. You just have to make the choice.

Wait. You work for me?" "I prefer to think of it as managing your incompetence.

Hers was a beauty so pure that it was nearly painful to behold--Athena heading out on a Friday night.

But the only way never to do the wrong thing is never to do anything.

Star Trek?" I asked her. "Really?" "What?" she demanded, bending unnaturally black eyebrows together. "There are two kinds of people in the universe, Molly," I said. "Star Trek fans and Star Wars fans. This is shocking." She sniffed. "This is the post-nerd-closet world, Harry. It's okay to like both." "Blasphemy and lies," I said.