Quotes from Jim Butcher

But feeling true isn't the same as being true. In fact, feelings don't have very much to do with the truth at all.

Entirely confidential, check," Bob said. "And it would take a lot more than one night working with you to build up enough momentum to spin off a whole new me. I have to actually learn things to make that happen.

Damn," I mumbled, looking back at the spreading fires. "I'm kinda hard on buildings.

Maybe I'll bump into you again sometime." "I'd like that. Only next time without the gun." "One of those old-fashioned girls, huh?" I said.

They're a bunch of assholes." "And you aren't?" "I'm a different kind of asshole.

Stop making me think," Murphy said. "I'm believing over here.

I have always found the man to be a spineless, venomous, bore. I have often hoped that he would contract some wasting disease which would expose him to lethal levels of humiliation.

I don't want to get killed. Or arrested. I'm really bad at being arrested. Or killed.

We need you to help talk us through this. That's crazy! I said. Go in guns blazing!

Freaking manipulative faeries," I

Pythagoras." "Pih-who?" "He invented triangles.

I couldn't arm wrestle an ogre, even with the mantle. I couldn't have won a magical duel with Mab or Titania—probably not even against Maeve or Lily. I couldn't outrun one of the Sidhe. But I could defy absolutely anyone. I could lift my will against that of anything, and know that the fight might be lopsided, but never hopeless.

A giant caterpillar, its segmented body made of severed human heads, their faces screaming, their tongues functioning as legs, rippled up a wall and began tearing out chunks of concrete where a ledge had been worn, destroying another shrine.

Say what you will about nutrition; IHOP knows good pancakes.

but sometimes humans are slow to figure things out, because they are heart-stupid.

myself under control.

There are bad things in the world. There's no getting away from that. But that doesn't mean nothing can be done about them. You can't abandon life just because it's scary, and just because sometimes you get hurt.

Gard. "Marcone

How do you think I know so much? Hundreds of years of assisting wizards? I said. He waved a hand. That too. But I got this whole huge internet thing to play on now, Butters showed me. His grin turned into a leer. And it's like 90% porn!

I don't want to live in a world where the strong rule and the weak cower. I'd rather make a place where things are a little quieter.

She staggered forward screaming and sobbing, bearing the torch aloft and certain that death was there for her, breathing softly, black wings rustling like those of the crows that waited, waited somewhere in the predawn darkness to sweep down on the eyes of the dead.

Here's where I ask why don't you spend your time doing something safer and more boring. Like maybe administering suppositories to rabid gorillas.

It's tough for magic to argue with physics, most of the time.

Every ounce of strength I could have summoned would have been no more than a flickering spark beside either of those blazing fountains of light and magic. It was power that had existed since the dawn of life, and would until its end. It was power that had cowed mortals into abject worship and terror before—and I finally understood why. I wasn't a pawn of that kind of strength. I was an insect beside giants, a blade of grass before towering trees.