Quotes from Jim Butcher

Laughter, like love, has power to survive the worst things life has to offer.

It might have been my imagination, but I thought the pair of them rocked back a little, swaying like reeds before an oncoming storm. October wind blew about us, freezing-cold air that took its chill from the icy depths of Lake Michigan. "What do you want?" I asked them. I borrowed frost from the wind and put it in my voice.

When you have a problem, you have a problem," I said thoughtfully. I nodded at Cristos. "When you have two problems, sometimes one of them is a solution in disguise.

But Death plays no favorites and makes no exceptions.

Bob wasn't precisely a friend to me but…I was used to him. In a way he was family, the mouthy, annoying, irritable cousin who was always insulting you but who was definitely at Thanksgiving dinner. I had never considered the possibility that one day he might be something else.

And then I heard the most beautiful sound of my life. Somewhere nearby, a cat let out an angry, hissing scream.

Do you know the difference between courage and foolhardiness, Dresden?" "Any insurance adjuster would say no." He waved a hand at my banter, as though that was all the acknowledgment it deserved. "Hindsight," he said. "Until the extended consequences of any action are known, it is both courageous and foolish. And neither." "Well," I said, "tonight you earned yourself a Schrödinger's Medal, I guess.

When you do something stupid and die, it's pathetic," I said. "When you do something stupid and survive it, then you get to call it impressive or heroic.

Normals looked at me like I was insane when I told people I was a wizard. People who were in the know didn't look at me like I was insane. They looked at me like I was insanely dangerous.

I don't know what to say." His eyes wrinkled up even more heavily at the corners. "Hell, Hoss. Then don't say anything." He turned and called over his shoulder, "You get in less trouble that way!

What's gone wrong, Harry?" "Hey!" I protested. "That's a hell of a thing to say to a man, Captain. Just because I'm calling in doesn't mean that there's some kind of crisis." "Technically true, I suppose. Why are you calling?" "Well. There's a crisis.

Regardless of what I think about Islam or Wicca or any other religion, the fact is that it's a group of people. Every faith has its ceremonies. And since it's made up of people, every faith also has its assholes.

When the Queens of Summer and Winter took to the same field, there were always storms.

What's the point of free will, if not to spit in the eye of destiny?

I thought God gave everyone free will," I said. "Which presumably—and evidently—includes the freedom to be incorrect when translating one language into another.

You can't fix tomorrow until it gets here.

Great, grinding thunder raised its voice in a throaty roar, and the air turned to falling water.

It's hard, really, really hard, in fact damn near impossible, to exercise power without it having some unexpected consequences. Doesn't matter what kind of power it is—magic, muscle, political office, electricity, moral authority. Use any of it, and you're going to find out that as a result, things happen that you didn't expect.

Even in Winter, the cold isn't always bitter, and not every day is cruel.

It's not everyone who can teach you something about faith without saying a word to do it.

You'll get through it." "What if I don't?" I squeezed her fingers. "Then I will personally make fun of you every day for the rest of your life," I said. "I will call you a sissy girl in front of everyone you know, tie frilly aprons on your car, and lurk in the parking lot at CPD and whistle and tell you to shake it, baby. Every. Single. Day.

The mailman walked towards my office door, half an hour earlier than usual. He didn't sound right. His footsteps fell more heavily, jauntily, and he whistled. A new guy. He whistled his way to my office door and then fell silent for a moment. Then he laughed.

You can have everything in the world, but if you don't have love, none of it means crap,' he said promptly. 'Love is patient. Love is kind. Love always forgives, trusts, supports, and endures. Love never fails. When every star in the heavens grows cold, and when silence lies once more on the face of the deep, three things will endure: faith, hope, and love.

The position must have been excruciating—it isn't every day that you get crucified and hung up as dinner for a monster, and you can't really train your muscles for it.