Quotes from Jim Butcher

Does it hurt to be as suave as you, boss?" "It's agonizing." "Looks it.

One more tip, kids. If you had any real talent, the air would practically have been on fire when you got ready to throw down. But you losers don't have enough magic between you to turn cereal into breakfast.

now, I still didn't have enough money to pay for all the repairs, and I had set out to fix the door on my own. I hadn't framed it very well, but I try to think positive: The new door was arguably even more secure than the old one—now you could barely get the damned thing open even when it wasn't locked.

I can't be under arrest right now," I said back to him. "I don't have the time.

It didn't smell so great, and pizza boxes and empty Coke cans had overflowed the trash can and spilled over a significant portion of the kitchen floor. You could barely walk without stepping on clothing that needed to be washed. My furniture was covered with scribbled-on papers and discarded pens and pencils.

Children have their own kind of power. When you're teaching them, protecting them, you are more than you thought you could be.

That's kind of awesome," I said. "Children frequently are," Michael said.

Hi, God, it's me, Harry. Please don't turn me into a pillar of salt.

Sometimes, son," Count Calderon said, "you have to acknowledge that your future is in someone else's hands.

This loud was a full-body, weapons-grade loud.

Give me passion -- and compassion -- any day.

What is teaching but the art of planting and nurturing power?" Lea replied. "Mortals prattle on about lonely impulses of delight and the gift of knowledge, and think that teaching is a trade like metalsmithing or healing or telling lies on television. It is not. It is the dissemination of power unto a new generation and nothing less. For her, as for you, lessons demand real risk in order to attain their true rewards.

Yeah, chocolate. Chocolate fends off all kinds of nasty stuff. And if you get hungry while warding off evil, you have a snack. It's multipurpose equipment. One

He sees the color blue," the etherealist said. "But his color blue. Not yours.

Screw up my life?" He stared at me for a second and then said, deadpan, "I'm a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow." He pushed up his glasses with his forefinger, folded his arms, and said, "Do your worst.

I hadn't realized, until I actually heard his voice, how much I'd missed the demented little perv.

Heroines in dramas, Bridget felt, really ought to have more sense.

I react badly to fear. I don't usually have the good sense to run, or hide—I just try to smash whatever it is that is making me afraid. It's a primitive sort of thing, and one I don't question too much.

It only means what you decide it means.

And you both hurt each other terribly, because you're family. Because what you say and do matters so much more than anyone else." She leaned down and put her cheek against my forehead. "Listen to me. I know it hurts right now. But the reason it hurts so much is because you care about each other so much. And that pain will eventually fade. But you'll both still care.

Maybe I should have listened to Murphy. Maybe I should have stayed home and played with some nice, safe, forbidden black magic instead.

The best magic comes from the inside.

it would only take one dummy to kill us all, and we had four hundred and ninety-nine to spare.

Now that I've got this to keep me safe off the island," I said very quietly, "what's to stop me from having Alfred drop you into a cell right this second, and solving my problems myself?" "I am," Mab said. She gave me a very small, very chill smile, and held up her finger. There was a tiny droplet of my blood upon it, scarlet against her pale skin.