Quotes from Jim Butcher

Werewolf, werewolf." "There wolf," Bob replied solemnly, his voice seething with a hokey accent. "There castle.

Raw power doesn't determine all that you can do with magic. Focus matters, too. The better your focus is, the better you are at putting your power in one place at the same time, the more you can get done.

Stupid's everywhere, every day.

My God, there are times when the sexiest thing a woman can give a man is permission.

My doubts vanished as well. Doubt was for things that did not know their purpose, and I knew mine.

Being called dangerous by a cat could mean a great many things, but it was generally delivered as something of a compliment.

It was the same principle as cleaning a really messy room. You don't think about everything you have to do. You focus on one thing and get it done, then more onto the next.

Meanwhile the whole of the Realm worries that I may already have seen my last winter, yet have appointed no heir to succeed me—while High Lords like Aquitaine seem ready to swim to the throne through a river of blood, if necessary." Miles considered the enormity of it for a moment in silence. "Balls.

People don't give a flying fuck if Uncle Jeffrey really forgives them for missing his last birthday party. They want to know that the world is a place where Uncle Jeffrey can and should forgive them.

I kicked him in the head with my rented formal shoes. My shoe went flying off, which I was pretty sure never happened to James Bond. The

when women have a conversation, they're communicating on five levels. They follow the conversation that they're actually having, the conversation that is specifically being avoided, the tone being applied to the overt conversation, the buried conversation that is being covered only in subtext, and finally the other person's body language.

when they really, selflessly love each other it changes them both. It lingers on in the energy of their lives, even when they are apart.

Killing is not so easy as it seems. Most people are wired to be careful of their fellow human beings. Soldiers and cops both are specifically given training to overcome that instinct, and the criminals who fire at other people are usually driven to it by desperation. And

she had that kind of matronly plumpness that comes with age, pasta, and a comfortable life.

Sunset Point was one of those boils festering on the face of the planet: a subdivision.

Aye, Skipper!" Journeyman said.

It's a shadelight. Some of my men put one up whenever I lose a member of the crew. To light his shade's way back to his bunk, so he can rest.

Wizard!' it howled in triumph. 'Wizard, the sun is sinking! I will tear out thy heart! I will hunt thy friends and their children! I will slay them all!' 'It's thine heart,' I muttered.

There are people who love you, Faith. Or who one day will. Even if you can't see them beside you, right here, right now, they're out there. But if you let the dark get into your eyes, you might never find them. So it's best to keep a little light with you, along the way.

And just because I don't go to bed with everything with a vagina doesn't mean I'm repressed.

Anger is just anger. It isn't good. It isn't bad. It just is. What you do with it is what matters.

Planet Earth isn't a fair place. It's unfair in a broad variety of different ways, some worse than others, but it isn't fair. Not for anybody.

I've often wished that I had some suave and socially acceptable hobby that I could fall back on in times like this. You know, play the violin (or was it the viola?) like Sherlock Holmes, or maybe twiddle away on the pipe organ like the Disney version of Captain Nemo.

Chicago is an alien citadel, a source of power and terror. Mordor, basically. (One does not simply walk into Mordor - except that was exactly what everyone in the story did anyway.)