Quotes from Jim Butcher

And if I was to die, I was not going to go out in a gibbering heap of terror.

I might be the dumb kid with the sledgehammer from his father's toolshed, compared to the sword-saint samurai who were the Senior Council—but I had discovered, in my time, that no matter how skilled and elegant a foe might be, a sledgehammer to the skull is a sledgehammer to the skull.

DÄ›ti. Musíte je mít rádi. Já se jich nem?žu nabažit. TroÅ¡ku soli, pokapat citronem - dokonalé.

You know he's not going to honor the truce," I said quietly. "He's going to try to take me out somewhere along the line. He's going to betray me." "Of course," she said. "I expect superior, more creative treachery on your part.

I have been beaten, but I have not yielded. I'm not going to start yielding now.

Harry Dresden. I'm on a mission from God.

Do all wizards, he said, get the kiddie crowns and war them around? Or is that only for special occasions? Do all werewolves, I shot back, snatching the crown from my head, wear glasses and too much Old Spice? Or is taht only for full moons?

I was doing the new Summer Lady a favor, running down a rogue storm sylph. Got to go all over the place in those tornado-chaser geekmobiles. You should have seen the look on the driver's face when he realized that the tornado was chasing us .

hardly a man ever made a fool of himself by keeping his bloody mouth shut.

Not everyone can be equally right, Harry." "But believe you me, everyone can be equally wrong," I said.

Michael titled his head. "But . . . Uriel, if I were to misuse it . . ." "I would Fall," Uriel said quietly. I choked on the air. Holy crap. The last time an archangel Fell, I'm pretty sure there were extended consequences.

If I ever invade Calderon again, he said, it will be in the summer.

Reason. Reason was my next line of defense. Fear is bred from ignorance. So knowledge is a weapon against it, and reason is the tool of knowledge.

I dealt with the White Council my whole life, so I'm used to being treated like a mushroom—" "Eh?" Ascher asked. "Kept in the dark and fed bullshit," Binder reported calmly. "Ah.

Whatever had killed him, it hadn't been human. His face was gone, simply torn away. Something had ripped his lips off. I could see his bloodstained teeth. His nose had been torn all the way up one side, and part of it dangled toward the floor. His head was misshapen, as though some enormous pressure had been put upon his temples, warping his skull in.

I now had two handy shafts of wood with jagged, pointy ends. I stepped between Inari and the nearest vampire and passed her one broken half of the rod. Here, I said. If you get the chance, make like Buffy.

He fell into step beside me and we both got into the Blue Beetle — he got in the red door. I got in the white one, and we peered out over the grey hood[...]

I'm getting my ass kicked by tiny faeries! I shouted back, fumbling to start the car. They've got my freaking number! Run away! Bob giggled. Run away! Tiny faeries! growled in frustration and popped the Redcap's hat down over Bob. Stop being a jerk. This is serious. Bob's voice was only barely muffled. It sounded like he couldn't breathe. Serious! Tiny! Faeries! The m-m- mighty wizard Dresden!

There was a flash, a tingling pain in my head, and then a lingering, dull ache. For some reason that didn't surprise me. You don't gain knowledge without a little pain.

The one bad thing about the duster," she mused. "I could never see your butt." "I never noticed." "If you went around noticing your own ass I'd worry about you, Harry.

My imagination needs therapy.

Now, Lily said, her burning voice bitter. Now you give me a choice. The ministar flared to life in her palm again. Thus do I choose, you son of a bitch. Knight of Winter, burn and die.

Passion has overthrown tyrants and freed prisoners and slaves. Passion has brought justice where there was savagery. Passion has created freedom where there was nothing but fear. Passion has helped souls rise from the ashes of their horrible lives and build something better, stronger, more beautiful.

Some things should hurt. Some things should leave you with scars. Some things should haunt your nightmares. Some things should be burned into memory. Because that was the only way to make sure that they would be fought. It was the only way to face them. It was the only way to cast down the future agents of death and havoc before they could bring things to this. The words never again mean more to some people than others.