Quotes from Jim Butcher

Maggie nodded to me several times and then said, very seriously, "You're a little scary sometimes. You should know that. Regular dads don't say things like this.

I had to get myself moving before the problem started looking too big. It was the same principle as cleaning a really messy room. You don't think about everything you have to do. You focus on one thing and get it done, then move on to the next.

Goodbye, wizard." And the slender girl flung me like a baseball at the stone of my fireplace. Some days, it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.

Murphy squeezed back. "Harry. You can't fix tomorrow until it gets here." "Which is weird, because you can screw it up from decades away.

What goes around comes around. And sometimes you get what's coming around." He paused for a moment, frowning faintly, pursing his lips. "And sometimes you are what's coming around.

For the first time ever, Mickey Mouse let me down.

Will you take care of my daughter?" "Yes, ma'am. Of course I will." Her blue eyes flashed fiercely, and she said, "Let me get you a piece of cake.

Matson threw up his skinny arms to protect himself as something huge and quick shoved its way between the bars, like a big dog going through a rotten picket fence, and engulfed him.

I lay still, hoping to fool my captor into thinking I was barely conscious and weak as a kitten. Which should be easy, since I was. I've never really had much ambition as a performer.

Everyone dies, honey," I said, very quietly. "Everyone. There's no 'if.' There's only 'when.' " I let that sink in for a moment. "When you die, do you want to feel ashamed of what you've done with your life? Feel ashamed of what your life meant?

Ever heard a pack of wolves growling in anger? It's less than restful.

The werewolves let out a full-throated howl, eerie and savage. Meryl screamed, wild and loud, and even Fix let out a tinny battle shriek. The noise was deafening, and no one could have heard me anyway as I let out my own battle cry, which I figured was worth a shot. What the hell. 'I don't believe in faeries!

I would have to call a cab. It wasn't the most heroic way to ride to the rescue, but walkers can't be choosers.

I blinked at that, confused. I'm not supposed to be the guy who doesn't get the reference joke, dammit.

My father used to speak to me often of the nature of power, Veredis said. One of the things he often lamented was that the only folk truly worthy to hold it were those who did not seek it.

What if . . ." I swallowed. "What if that's me, one day? What if that's what I'm like?" "There's a difference between you and him," Murph said. "Yeah?" She moved a bit, leaned down, and kissed my forehead. "Yeah. You've got me.

The only mirrors we have are other people.

There are thousands of names for them, in every culture—mana, psychic energy, totem, juju, chi, bioethereal power, the Force, the soul. It's an incredibly complex system of interweaving energy that influences good old Mother Earth around us, but it all boils down to a fairly simple concept: Shit happens.

I always thought I looked good in red and black, but as a rule I preferred that to be my clothes. Not my limbs.

You've played me at my own game, and ably. I thought you capable of nothing but overt action. Clearly I underestimated you." "Don't feel bad," I said. "I mean, I look so stupid.

To the best of my knowledge, sir, Benedict said in an apologetic tone, no one has ever been able to tell my dear cousin anything. At all.

Don't care how Titanic you are. No one expects an orbital-drop grizzly.

You think your universe is the only universe? Harry, come on. Creation, totally freaking huge. Room enough for you and Spider-Man both.

But even the tough, capable centurions gave Marcus speculative glances, as if seeking out his thoughts on their predicament. Marcus returned the glances with nothing but crisp salutes, letting them see the First Spear proceeding with business as usual.