Quotes from Jim Butcher

I'd been feeling sorry for myself, which is about the most use- less thing you can feel: it doesn't do a damned thing for you. You don't feel any better, you don't get any better, and you're too busy moping to do anything to actually make your life any better. There's

I could taste the blood in my mouth, from where I had bitten into my tongue, and I either had to spit or swallow. I swallowed. No comments, please.

Finally, I said, very quietly, 'I don't know if I'm one of the good guys anymore.

My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk. I'm a wizard. I work out of an office in midtown Chicago. As far as I know, I'm the only openly practicing professional wizard in the country. You can find me in the yellow pages, under "Wizards." Believe it or not, I'm the only one there.

I even heard that they can bring people back from the dead. Jesus, Butter swore. I kinda doubt they had anything to do with that one. No, no, I meant -- I know what you meant. t was a joke, Butters.

Hell's bells, I snarled, taking an involuntary step back. Right here? Now? You could have given me a couple of minutes to get clear, dammit. And what fun would that be? Maeve asked, pushing out her lower lip in a pout. I am who I am, too. I love violence. I love treachery. I love your pain - and the best part, the part I love most, is that I am doing it for your own good. Her eyes gleamed white all the way around her irises. This is me being one of the good guys.

Crap," I gasped. "I am not going to be known as the wizard who used his death curse thanks to a bunch of bitty nail guns.

I respected the man. It didn't mean that I wouldn't pants him on national television if I got the opportunity

Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone else's hand can ease pain and make things better.

Tragically misunderstood? Hah! I understand you, buddy. You're such a pompous, arrogant, pretentious, chauvinistic, hopelessly old-fashioned, stupidly pigheaded 

My laboratory," I said, experimentally, drawing out each syllable. "Why is it that saying it like that always makes me want to follow it with 'mwoo-hah-hah-hah-hahhhhhh'?

It's one hour. Just one little hour. What could happen in one hour?" And that's how I knew that Mort was telling the whole truth when he said he wasn't a hero. Heroes know better than to hand the universe lines like that.

More than anything, she wanted to be someplace warm and safe--but duty was a cold and barren shelter for a wounded spirit.

One thing you can count on when visiting the Nevernever: you don't ever get bored.

It has become a custom among the Legions to promise one's fellows that no matter what happens, they will never lie cold upon the earth.

It wasn't until later that I would realize that I was babbling a chant of "Ubriacha, ubrius, ubrium," to the Peanuts theme music.

I let out a battle cry. Sure, a lot of people might have mistaken it for a sudden yelp of unmanly fear, but trust me: It was a battle cry.

It is the nature of life. Something unexpected happens. Something goes wrong, and the plan must change.

Strategy and tactics, discipline and protocol are necessary, but they're just the beginning. You have to know people, Byron. How they think, what motivates them. Watch. Learn.

But dammit, words mean what they mean, even if everyone thinks they ought to mean something else.

The married thing. Sometimes I look at it and feel like someone from a Dickens novel, standing outside in the cold and staring in at Christmas dinner. Relationships hadn't ever really worked for me. I think it's had something to do with all the demons, ghosts, and human sacrifice.

I trust you," she said. Three words. Big ones. Especially coming from her.

Many, many mantles are worn—or discarded—on Halloween night, wizard.

I know what it's like to lose it.