Quotes from Jim Butcher

A little kung fu, a little John Wayne, and a few casual threats.

I took a slow breath and stepped past her, to face the king of the Red Court. He was kinda little.

Holy shit," I breathed. "Hellhounds." "Harry," Michael said sternly. "You know I hate it when you swear." "You're right. Sorry. Holy shit," I breathed, "heckhounds

Classic lady in distress. For one of those liberated, professional women, she knew exactly how to jerk my old-fashioned chains around.

Let the deep things stay deep.

Human sacrifice," the skull chirped brightly. "The slaughter of an innocent.

The prodigal son has been welcomed home with open arms." "Really?" "Well," Thomas amended, "with reluctant, irritated arms, anyway.

Walk up to someone without speaking, and look them in the eyes. There's a certain amount of leeway for a second, or two, or three. And then there's a distinct sensation of sudden contact, of intimacy.

what good is magic if it cannot be used to make a delicious cup of a fine beverage?

There's power in the touch of another person's hand....Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone's hand can ease pain and make things better. That's power. That's power so fundamental that most people never even realize it exists.

Growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you're just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something. Each time, you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee.

Fear was wisdom in a situation like this, and he was pleased that Folly was obviously intelligent enough to know it. He hoped that she would use the fear to make her cleverer, rather than more foolish, but that was asking much of a human, relatively odd or not.

You think you know the world," the old man said. "You're barely in it yet. You ain't seen what it gets like. How bad it can get. How cruel.

It should satisfy your concerns as to his judgement- to make the mistakes of youth is no crime, but not to learn from them is. Agreed?

Now I had to contend not only with pornography-syndicate conspiracies, but also a succubus of the White Court. Or maybe more than one, which for grammatical reasons I hoped was not the case.

You got that paper cup? Right, then. All we need is a stuffed animal.' He stared at me. 'Wh-what did you say?' 'A stuffed animal, man!' I roared at him. 'Don't mess with a wizard when he's wizarding!

It's a confusing sort of thing. he said. What is? Life.

God isn't about making good things happen to you, or bad things happen to you. He's all about you making choices—exercising the gift of free will. God wants you to have good things and a good life, but He won't gift wrap them for you. You have to choose the actions that lead you to that life.

After that, my whole body felt deliciously warm, monstrously tired, and the sleep that had evaded me seemed, finally, to be within reach. It got dark. It got quiet. And I realized that I was all by myself. Die alone, whispered a bitter, hateful old man's voice.

His expression looked like it had been permanently locked into place a few seconds after someone had kicked his puppy through a plate-glass window.

I could give you peace. Imagine closing your eyes with no worries, no pain, no fears, no regrets, no appetites, and no guilt. Only quiet and darkness and stillness and my flesh against yours.

Handy, humans, Rowl thought. Clumsy, slow, and not always terribly bright, but they were very very strong, through sheer, inarguable mass. He now saw his father's wisdom in desiring to keep a few of them around the home tunnels. They could manage annoying problems that might prove awkward and time-consuming for cats.

Maybe some things just aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste. Me and Susan. But tomorrow was another day.

The five minutes of kindness you showed her is going to help thousands of others. And that only takes into account the past day. Despair and pain were averted. Loss and tragedy thwarted. Do you think you haven't struck a blow for the light, Warrior?