Quotes from Jim Butcher

There are things you can't walk away from. Not if you want to live with yourself afterward.

He glowered at me. Then he said, "When the hell did you get deep?" "Through experience, wisdom I have earned," I said in Yoda's voice.

I was a man seeking power. For good reasons, maybe. But I wasn't going to lie to myself or anyone else about my actions. If I killed him, I would be taking a life, something that was not mine to take. I would be committing deliberate, calculated murder.

He was wrong, that doesn't make him a villian. That makes him an asshole.

The Winter inside me was torment and agony—but at least when I was immersed in it, I couldn't feel.

It. Wasn't. Right. No, it wasn't. But the world wasn't a fair place, was it? And I had more reason to know that than most people twice my age. The world wasn't nice, and it wasn't fair. People who didn't deserve it suffered and died every single day. So what? So somebody ought to do something about it.

Things were weird enough without needing to ride around in a van with a bunch of naked, somewhat geeky college students.

The best way to keep yourself from doing something grossly self-destructive and stupid is to avoid the temptation to do it. For example, it is far easier to fend off inappropriate amorous desires if one runs screaming from the room every time a pretty girl comes in.

He'd died a hero. It seemed so empty to me, at that moment. Meaningless to be a hero.

Life can be confusing. Good God, and how. Sometimes it seems like the older I get, the more confused I become. That seems ass-backwards. I thought I was supposed to be getting wiser. Instead, I just keep getting hit over the head with my relative insignificance in the greater scheme of the universe. Confusing, life.

You can have everything in the world, but if you don't have love, none of it means crap. - Thomas Raith

Tell me something important about her. People make fun of her? Some did, she said. I never liked it, but... Crap. I looked at Molly and said, Code Carrie. We're in trouble.

Aaaaaaaagh!" I screamed, emerging from the wards and onto Murphy's front lawn, chock-full of new insight as to why ghosts are always moaning or wailing when they come popping out of somebody's wall or floor. Not much mystery there—it freaking hurts.

He clenched his hands into fists and opened them again several times, as though strangling baby ducks.

There is no truer gauge of a man's character than the way in which he employs his strength, his power.

The freaking Leanansidhe, deputy of Her Wickedness, with her Nietzsche and Darwin Were Sentimental Pansies outlook on life

Sometimes, Hoss," he said very gently, "you lose. Sometimes the darkness takes everyone. Sometimes the monster escapes to kill again another day." He shook his head and looked down. "Sometimes, Hoss, the innocent little ones are murdered. And there's not one goddamned thing you can do about it.

Which just goes to show that my cat has considerably more sense than me.

the border's been waggling back and forth like a hooker at a dockworker's convention.

Love will be the downfall of God himself.

And you both hurt each other terribly, because you're family. Because what you say and do matters so much more than anyone else.

We didn't have time to get you an actual haircut, she said. Seriously, did you do it yourself? Maybe without a mirror? I put a hand up to my head self-consciously and said, I had some help from the General. And, hey, I didn't say anything about your man-shoes. They're steel-toed, she said calmly. In case I need to plant them in anyone's ass as a result of him calling them man-shoes. And seriously, you let Toot help you with your hair?

Harry," she said. "What if we can't find out who is doing it in time?" "We'll find them," I said. "But if we don't?" "Then we fight monsters." Murphy took a deep breath and nodded as we stepped out into the summer night. "Damn right we do.

The building was on fire, and it wasn't my fault