Quotes from Jim Butcher

In that moment, Lara was more than simply a vampire of the White Court, a succubus, pale and deadly. She was a reminder of days gone by, when mankind paid homage to blood-soaked goddesses of war and death, revered the dark side of the protective maternal spirit, the savage core of the strength that still allowed tiny women to lift cars off of their children, or to turn upon their tormentors with newfound power.

She was right. I was just about too tired to understand English, but she sounded pretty right.

Bob somehow waggled his eyebrow ridges. "Hey, you never went out with Charybdis. What's the plan?

Just a hint," she pressed. "A word of comment. Something shared between two people who are very attracted to one another." "Which two people would that be?

She was a tiny woman of Oriental extraction, her skin fine and pale, her granite-colored hair worn in a long braid curled up at the back of her head and held with a pair of jade combs.

That's why they pay you the big bucks, Cap. That keen interpersonal insight." "That and because I'm quite good at killing things

They didn't want to kill me. They wanted to hurt me. And they were good at it.

Any shoes with heels that high should come with their own safety net. Or a parachute.

how the hell can he afford a lawyer?" "Maybe he's paying in sex." "I've met the guy. That transaction only goes the other way, believe me.

Fuel a love spell with rage and you're likely to get some odd side effects, for example.

Even a broken clock gets it right occasionally. - Harry Dresden

Harry. That's not how one talks to young ladies in the South.

Bad guys from my side of the street have decided to destroy Chicago. And every monster and weirdo in Chicago has turned out to fight them.

It was one of those moments that would have had dramatic music if my life were a movie, but instead I got a radio jingle for some kind of submarine sandwich place blaring over the store's ambient stereo. The movie of my life must be really low-budget.

It's idiotic to miss the chance to be with them while you can.

Life is a journey. Time is a river. The door is a jar.

I believe that there's a cloud for every silver lining

I laughed, and Sanya and I traded a hug, a manly hug with a lot of back thumping, which he then ruined with one of those Russian kisses on both cheeks.

It looks like a duck, walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, odds are it's a damn duck.

Everyone dies alone. That's what it is. It's a door. It's one person wide. When you go through it, you do it alone.

Winter came early that year; it should have been a tip-off. A snowball soared through the evening air and smacked into my apprentice's mouth. Since she was muttering a mantra-style chant when it hit her, she wound up with a mouthful of frozen cheer—which may or may not have been more startling for her than for most people, given how many metallic piercings were suddenly in direct contact with the snow.

He grunted. "You're trivializing what getting out for a bit means to me, Harry. You're insulting my masculinity." "Bob," I said, "you're a skull. You don't have any masculinity to insult.

I'm not saying that the only good ghoul was a dead ghoul, but I'd never met one that made me think otherwise

There is world that should be, he [Listens-To-Wind 'Injun Joe'] growled, and the world that is. We live in one. And must create the other, Ebenezer retorted, if it is ever to be.