Quotes from Jim Butcher

Nobody can be bad at everything. There's no such thing as a perfect screwup.

There's a fine line between audacity and idiocy.

When I'm in turmoil, when I can't think, when I'm exhausted and afraid and feeling very, very alone, I go for walks. It's just one of those things I do. I walk and I walk and sooner or later something comes to me, something to make me feel less like jumping off a building.

If you make some comment even obliquely alluding to menstruation or menopause and its effect on my judgment, Murphy interrupted, I will break your arm in eleven places.

Harry Dresden. Saving the world, one act of random destruction at a time.

Hell's bells, irony blows.

It isn't enough to stand up and fight darkness. You've got to stand apart from it, too. You've got to be different from it.

I've never lost a duel to the death. Not one.

Murphy hung up and I said, to the still-open line, Hey, if you've got someone watching my place, could you call the cops if anyone tries to steal my Star Wars poster? It's an original. Then I vindictively hung up on the FBI. It made my inner child happy.

I sometimes give myself excellent advice. Occasionally, I even listen to it.

Everything was perfectly healthy and normal here in Denial Land.

EASTER HAS BEEN CANCELED - THEY FOUND THE BODY

I've had a tense couple of days. And I've got to tell you, burning someone's face off sounds like a great way to relax.

My hair had grown out long and shaggy—not in that sexy-young-rock-star kind of way but in that time-to-take-Rover-to-the-groomer kind of way.

Pain is a byproduct of life. That's the truth. Life sometimes sucks. That's true for everyone. But if you don't face the pain and the suck, you don't ever get the other things either. Laughter. Joy. Love. Pain passes, but those things are worth fighting for. Worth dying for.

There should be a rule against your own inner monologue throwing around that much sarcasm.

That's the problem with you nearly immortal types," I said. "You couldn't spot a pop culture reference if it skittered up and implanted an embryo down your esophagus.

Likest thou jelly within thy doughnut? Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead, I said solemnly, and frosting of white.

I have nightmares about hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you.

If your opponent has you by fifty pounds, winning a fight against him is a dubious proposition, at best. If your opponent has you by eight thousand and fifty pounds, you've left the realm of combat and enrolled yourself in Road-kill 101. Or possibly in a Tom and Jerry cartoon.

How long have you been a Wiccan?' 'A what?' 'A pagan. A witch.' 'I'm not a witch,' I said, glancing out the door. 'I'm a wizard.' Sanya frowned. 'What is the difference?' 'Wizard has a Z' He looked at me blankly. 'No one appreciates me.' I muttered.

A succubus on the set. Strike that, the health-conscious kid sister made it two… succubuses. Succubusees? Succubi? Stupid Latin correspondence course.

You don't take your cat with you to go bird shopping. Not because the cat isn't polite, but because he's a cat.

There are old swordsmen and bold swordsmen. But few old, bold swordsmen.