Quotes from Jim Butcher

If I was on the road to Hell, at least I was going in style.

Don't call me a dinosaur. It isn't fair to the dinosaurs. What did a dinosaur ever do to you?

Life can be confusing. Good God, and how. Sometimes it seems like the older I get, the more confused I become. That seems ass-backwards. I thought I was supposed to be getting wiser. Instead, I just keep getting hit over the head with my relative insignificance in the greater scheme of the universe. Confusing, life. But it beats the hell out of the alternative.

Home is where, when you go there and tell people to get out, they have to leave.

Ignorance is more than bliss, it's freaking orgasmic ecstacy!

You're such a cynic, Molly said. I think cynics are playful and cute.

It came charging toward me, several hundred pounds of angry-looking monster, and I did the only thing any reasonable wizard could have done. I turned around and ran like hell.

Did you really save the world ?... - Mostly I was saving my own ass. Just happend that the world was in the same spot.

Sullen monosyllabism, a sure sign of sleep deprivation.

I'm dealing with a lot of scary things. I think you have to react to them. And you either laugh at them or you go insane.

You don't go walking into the proverbial lion's den lightly. You start with a good breakfast.

I'm so pretty, it's hard for me to think of myself as intelligent.

Hell's holy stars and freaking stones shit bells.

The married thing. Sometimes I look at it and feel like someone from a Dickens novel, standing outside in the cold and staring in at Christmas dinner. Relationships hadn't ever really worked for me. I think it's had something to do with all the demons, ghosts, and human sacrifice.

Where instinct fails, intellect must venture.

And thrice do I say to thee...bite me.

Magic comes from what is inside you. It is a part of you. You can't weave together a spell that you don't beleive in.

All things pass in time. We are far less significant than we imagine ourselves to be. All that we are, all that we have wrought, is but a shadow, no matter how durable it may seem. One day, when the last man has breathed his last breath, the sun will shine, the mountains will stand, the rain will fall, the streams will whisper—and they will not miss him.

Bite me, faerie fruitcake.

Like "love," "hope" is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer.

I realized then what had happened. She had turned us--all of us, except for Mouse--into great, gaunt, long-legged hounds. Wonderful! Lea said, pirouetting upon one toe, laughing. Come, children! And she leapt off into the jungle, nimble and swift as a doe. A bunch of us dogs stood around for a moment, just sort of staring at one another. And Mouse said, in what sounded to me like perfectly understandable English, That bitch .

I know how you feel, I said. You run into something you totally don't get, and it's scary as hell. But once you learn something about it, it gets easier to handle. Knowledge counters fear. It always has.

Thomas was an annoying wiseass who tended to make everyone he met want to kill him, and when I have that much in common with someone, I can't help but like him a little.

Sticks and stones may break your bones, but Chinese throwing stars get you a dozen stitches.