Quotes from Jim Butcher

Susan screamed. I screamed. The vampire screamed. The Ick . . . did that teakettle thing. And then we all started trying to kill one another.

Bad things kept happening to me. It was high fucking time I started happening to them. Maeve

Three blind men were shown an elephant. They touched it with their hands to determine what the creature was. The first man felt the trunk, and claimed that an elephant was like a snake. The second man touched its leg and claimed that an elephant was like a tree. The third man touched its tail, and claimed that the elephant was like a slender rope.

purple is my favorite color that isn't black, and

Mickey Mouse woke me up, my alarm jangling noisily, his little hand on two and the big hand on twelve. I wanted to smack the clock for waking me up, but I reined in the impulse. I'm not against a little creative violence now and then, but you have to draw the line somewhere. I wouldn't sleep in the same room with a person who would smack Mickey Mouse.

Home is where you embrace the present and plan the future.

That was the entire reason to have battle commanders in the first place—so that one man could balance the advantages of logic and reason against the emotional, insane demands of close battle.

In for a sheep, in for a gargant.

A lot can change in a year.

I had expected him to try to talk me out of it. Or at least to berate me for being an idiot. He didn't do either. There was a calm acceptance of terrible things that was part and parcel of Sanya's personality. No matter how bad things got, I didn't think anything would ever truly faze him. He simply accepted the bad things that happened and soldiered on as best he could.

Lara said. "They're smart, skilled, dedicated, professional, they've got several centuries of collective knowledge through the Masons, and they will absolutely be coming to learn whatever they can. They are extremely dangerous.

That's why black magic is so easy—it comes from lust, from fear and anger, from things that are easy to feed and make grow.

Wizard knows what he is talking about." "No, I really don't," I said. "That's the problem." "But you know that you do not know," Michael said. "Which is wise.

My magic. That was at the heart of me. It was a manifestation of what I believed, what I lived. It came from my desire to see to it that someone stood between the darkness and the people it would devour. It came from my love of a good steak, from the way I would sometimes cry at a good movie or a moving symphony. From my life. From the hope that I could make things better for someone else, if not always for me.

wizards don't use magic to kill people. They use it to discover, to protect, to mend, to help. Not to destroy.

As much as I love to travel, I find that I miss my home there. Still, I suppose that I am glad to travel and even more glad to return. Perhaps I am doubly fortunate.

staff cutbacks that meant nurses were working their asses off to cover the basics and, as a result, were barely maintaining a white-knuckled grip on civility. Bottom line: she hated hospitals for the same reason everyone else did. If she was in a hospital, it meant one of two things. She'd been hurt. Or someone she loved had been hurt.

As a race, we're an enormous bunch of idiots. We're more than capable of ignoring facts if the conclusions they lead to make us too uncomfortable. Or afraid.

He gave me a severe look over his spectacles and said, as if he thought the words were deadly venom and might kill me, "You are an untidy person." I put my hand over my heart, grinning at him. "Ow.

No one was standing in the shadows smoking a cigarette or looking about with a shifty-eyed gaze. I couldn't see anyone quickly hiding a bloody knife behind his back or twirling a moustache, either. That ruled out the Dudley Do-Right approach to finding the killer.

Arrogance," I said. "I feel stupid." "Good," Michael said. "It's good for everyone to feel that way sometimes. It helps remind you how much you still have to learn.

These evil freaks," Karrin said. "They always pick the most charming places to hang out.

Didn't you read the owner's manual? Manual ? See here, missy. I've been an etheric engineer since before you were born. I think I know how to handle a lift crystal. Evidently you aren't bright enough to do so, if you cannot read. We provide those manuals and specifications and procedures for a reason, you know.

Time after time, history demonstrates that when people don't want to believe something, they have enormous skills of ignoring it altogether.