Quotes from Jim Butcher

Game over, man. Game over.

In real life, the chair doesn't break when you slug somebody with it, the way it does in the movies. The person you hit is the one who breaks.

Me and the Blue Beetle kick ass. In a four-cylinder kind of way, but it still gets kicked.

The Old World was the domain of the Old School of wizardry—the "maintain secrecy and don't attract attention" way of thinking. I guess they have a point, given the Inquisition and all. I don't belong to the Old School. I have an ad in the Yellow Pages, under "Wizards." Big shocker—I'm the only one there. I have to pay the bills somehow, don't I?

It's like a knife wound, but bigger." "That's probably because it was done with something like a knife, but bigger." "A sword? You've got to be kidding me.

Industry and determination, Mister Kettle, can transform the difficult into the routine, Grimm said.

My .38 had been lost in the battle with the gang of half-mad lycanthropes the year before, and I'd replaced it with a medium-barreled .357. I must have been feeling insecure that day, or something

There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares. It seemed that, lately, I had barely been touched at all.

Please don't assume that I do not realize secrets are being kept from me. Tolerance is not the same as ignorance.

Soulfire didn't make magic more potent, precisely—but it made it more real. As the power of Creation itself, Soulfire was best used to create and protect, and what I had in mind was going to take a lot of it.

It never rains," I moaned. Tera frowned at me. "It is raining now." She turned to Susan. "I do not think he is coherent." I snorted and looked around blearily. "It's a figure of speech.

Wizardry is awfully intriguing and useful, but it doesn't necessarily teach you very much about other people. It's better at teaching you about yourself.

Mr. Dresden," Parker growled. He eyed me up and down. "What exactly makes you think you can stop me from killing you?" I had to smile at the man. I mean, you have to smile at idiots and children. "Oh, I don't know," I chuckled. "Maybe because the second you step out of line, I'm going to wreck you a whole hell of a lot worse than that truck. And because in just a couple of minutes, the police are going to be arriving to sort you out.

On either side of the double doors, someone had gone to a lot of trouble to plant and care for a half-dozen rosebushes. Someone else had gone to a lot of trouble to tear them to shreds.

Billy pursed his lips thoughtfully. "So you're taking us into a maze of lightless, rotting, precarious tunnels full of evil faeries and monsters." I nodded. "Maybe leftover radiation, too." "God, you're a fun guy, Harry.

Those who do not learn the lessons of history are doomed to repeat them

This is scary." "And we're doing it anyway," I said. "That makes us brave, right?" "If we get away with it," I said. "If we don't, it just makes us stupid.

The investigating business, though, is all about people. It's all about talking to them, asking questions, and listening to them lie.

My dear cousin has a very odd relationship with fear -- though mostly she's too busy to be bothered with it.

What followed was . . . one of those things I still have dreams about sometimes. It was like looking at something straight out of mythology.

So what's love look like?" "You can have everything in the world, but if you don't have love, none of it means crap," he said promptly. "Love is patient. Love is kind. Love always forgives, trusts, supports, and endures. Love never fails. When every star in the heavens grows cold, and when silence lies once more on the face of the deep, three things will endure: faith, hope, and love.

So really, it was just as well that Godmother had caught up to me, in spite of my best efforts to avoid her. I'd hate to find out that the universe really wasn't conspiring against me. It would jerk the rug out from under my persecution complex.

Torelli's features darkened. "Kid. You just made the last mistake of your life." "God," I said. "I wish.

The belts do more than make you fuzzy, Denton. They change the way you think. The way you act.