Quotes from Jim Butcher

The damnedest thing was that there wasn't much I could do about it. Not because I was chained up, held at gunpoint, and probably going to die—though I had to admit, that might make things somewhat difficult

Money is a madness, a delusion-illusion. It's not made of metal, really. It's made of time. How much is one's time worth? If one can convince enough people that one's time is an invaluable resource, then one has lots and lots of money. That's why one can spend time—only one can never get a refund." "I

Mess with one of us, and you mess with all of us. If they voted me out, that aegis would be gone.

It was the same thing, resting in my grave. Peace. I wasn't going anywhere and it made me happy. If only I'd brought a book, my day would have been perfect.

Hell's bells, Kravos," I muttered, sitting up again. "Do they produce a Cliched Lines Textbook for Villains or something? Go for broke. Tell me that since you're going to kill me anyway, you might as well reveal your secret plan.

Hundreds of millions of man-hours of work and struggle and research, blood, sweat, tears, and lives have gone into the history of air travel, and it has totally revolutionized the face of our planet and societies. But get on any flight in the country, and I absolutely promise you that you will find someone who, in the face of all that incredible achievement, will be willing to complain about the drinks. The drinks, people.

We have to find Aurora and stop her. Save the girl." "Or what happens?" Billy asked. "Badness." "Kaboom badness?" I shook my head. "Mostly longer term than that." "Like what?" "How do you feel about ice ages?

Everybody should get to make a living with their passion.

Jokes," the voice hissed. "Jokes will not save you now." "Hell's bells, Kravos," I muttered, sitting up again. "Do they produce a Cliched Lines Textbook for Villains or something? Go for broke. Tell me that since you're going to kill me anyway, you might as well reveal your secret plan.

His feet still hurt horribly, but going back down the hill was easier than going up.

I like shooting zombies," he drawled. "That's all. I got a patch and everything.

Because someone without furycraft has been made a High Lord," Tavi replied. "My heart bleeds for the poor lambs.

Lacuna adores me!" Toot shrilled. "We are comrades in arms," Lacuna said. "Then I will kill you." "It is love!" Toot insisted. "When you're dead," Lacuna said, "I get your teeth." Toot beamed broadly. "See? She loves me for me!

I'm not saying pain is what defines us as human beings. But it is, in many ways, what unites us. We all recognize other people in pain. Damned near all of us are moved to do something about it when we see it. It's our common enemy, though it isn't, really, an enemy. Pain is, at least when our bodies are working properly, a teacher. A really tough, really strict, and perfectly fair teacher.

You're such a pompous, arrogant, pretentious, chauvinistic, hopelessly old-fashioned, stupidly pigheaded

I drove my right fist into its stupid, creepy face. Man, the yahoos I scrap with never seem to anticipate that tactic. They all assume that what with me being a wizard and all, I'm going to stand back and chuck Magic Missiles at them or something, then scream and run away the second they get close enough to let me see the whites of their eyes.

Just . . . massively, massively unwise.

I didn't realize you'd read much of the Bible." "Proverbs always made a lot of sense to me

Magic is essentially a force of creation, of life.

The evening had obviously been moving along entirely too smoothly, I thought. Something had gone wrong.

I had seen the Titan's weakness: She had the vices of her virtues.

The building was on fire and it wasn't my fault

Yeah. I'm a lot better. I'm still not . . ." She shrugged. "I'm not exactly Little Miss Stability. At least, not yet. But I'm working on it." "Sometimes I think that's where most of us are," I said. "Fighting off the crazy as best we can. Trying to become something better than we were. It's that second bit that's important.

she'd read enough of them to know that they were only as valuable as the contents of their writers' minds—and to her it seemed that a great many writers, had they been merchants, would have precious little inventory.