Quotes from Jim Butcher

Kord sees power as something to satisfy his desires, instead of a tool to protect and serve the people beholden to him. It's a stupid attitude, and it will eventually get him killed—but until then it makes him dangerous.

Righteous. The real deal. He's honest, loyal, faithful. He lives his ideals. It gives him power.

That kind of subtle manipulation always works best amidst a flurry of distractions. Washington's been doing it like that for decades.

I am disturbed by the presence of inordinate levels of coincidence

The campus police officer folded his hands and stared at me from across the table. "Coffee?" "What flavor is it?" I asked. He was in his forties, a big, solid man with bags under his calm, wary eyes, and his name tag read dean. "It's coffee-flavored coffee." "No mocha?" "Fuck mocha." "Thank God," I said. "Black.

She is not a cookie. Neither is she a biscuit, a PopTart, Sweet TART, apple tart, or any other kind of pastry. She is my apprentice.

You'd think as long as I was gambling with my soul, I would have thought to get Mab to throw in fifty bucks an hour plus expenses.

We must prepare for as many futures as possible, not merely the ones we prefer.

I am pure of heart and mind," I told her. "I cannot be corrupted.

it—I was pretty much equipped, by experience and inclination, for mayhem.

The Black Hole?" Grey asked, incredulously. "Nobody quotes The Black Hole, Dresden. Nobody even remembers that one." "Hogwash. Ernest Borgnine, Anthony Perkins, and Roddy McDowall all in the same movie? Immortality.

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.

Susan's fingers wandered, and her eyes sparkled. "Your mouth says no," she purred, "but this says yes." I went up on my toes, and swallowed, trying to keep my balance and get her hand off me at the same time. "That thing is always saying something stupid," I told her.

Harry, that's not a plan, it's a Looney Tune.

Parts of Chicago are wondrous fair, and parts of Chicago look postapocalyptic. This block had seen the apocalypse come, grunted, and said, "Meh.

It is often very useful for others to think you less intelligent than you are, Benedict said, his tone amused. It works particularly well against those who aren't as intelligent as you in the first place.

No one is an unjust villain in his own mind

Could just be Chicago. Which can be just as scary as Mab, some days.

Chicago. It's insane and violent and corrupt and vital and artistic and noble and cruel and wonderful. It's full of greed and hope and hate and desire and excitement and pain and happiness. The air sings with screams and laughter, with sirens, with angry shouts, with gunshots, with music. It's an impossible city, at war with itself, every horrible and wonderful thing blending together to create something terrifying and lovely and utterly unique. I

Evil's afoot." "Well, sure," Bob said, "because it refuses to learn the metric system. Otherwise it'd be up to a meter by now.

Your death doesn't belong to me. We flipped a coin. I lost.

I'm getting dumber by the minute," I confirmed. "Ask anybody.

Eventually, it's better to go forward into it and have things settled than to huddle in terror for one second longer.

Boobs are near the center of the universe, until you turn twenty-five or so. Which is also when young men's auto insurance rates go down. This is not a coincidence.