Quotes from Jim Butcher

You have more choices. Which means that you have much improved odds of making mistakes. You're only human. Once in a while, you're going to screw the pooch.

Give it another five minutes. No force in the known universe can make a gang of folks naming their organization in Latin do much of anything on time. If they're all there by four, we'll know there's some kind of black magic involved.

The barrel of Denton's gun looked bigger and deeper than the national debt as it swung to bear on my face.

November is not a good time to be sailing on Lake Michigan, Harry." "The aftermath of a nuclear holocaust isn't a good time to be sailing there, either.

It isn't enough to stand up and fight darkness. You've got to stand apart from it, too. You've got to be different from it.

So I reached over, took her hand, and squeezed gently. After a while, I said, "Molly, I don't think it's ever going to happen. But if it ever does, the first time damned well isn't going to be like that. You deserve better. So do I.

Hebbity bedda," I said, by way of attempting a greeting. My mouth had gone rather numb, and my tongue felt like a lead weight. "Jussa hangonna sayke hee." Fix jumped up and down, pointing at me, his voice shrill. "He's casting on us!

There's a reason he fell became synonymous for he died. Losing your feet on a battlefield is an all-but-certain death sentence.

You didn't mention that at breakfast." "We're doing battle with the living dead, Murph. Expect the occasional curveball.

The hour when you sit up in bed, sweating from nightmares. The hour when you awaken for no reason but to fear the future. The hour when you stare at the clock, willing yourself to sleep, knowing it isn't going to happen, and weariness and despair beat upon the doors to the vaults of your mind with leaden clubs.

Olympian, I should think, from the colors and the fur trim of his coat," Master Ferus put in. "Olympian and, it would seem, possessed of a fury. Which is funny, if you know enough history.

The last thing the twenty-first century wants to admit is that it might not know everything.

There's no cold like the cold of dark water. It's . . . almost a predator, a living thing, and you can feel it ripping the heat out of you the instant you're immersed in it.

the instant morning energy that can be possessed only by someone who has not yet discovered the immutable necessity of coffee.

What's up, boss?" "Evil's afoot." "Well, sure," Bob said, "because it refuses to learn the metric system. Otherwise it'd be up to a meter by now.

Michael was looking at me very oddly as he lowered the Sword. "What?" I asked him. "Charity," he predicted, "is not going to be pleased.

I want answers. I want the truth." "It will hurt," he said. "The truth does that sometimes. I don't care.

When was the last time you could taste and feel some little lovely's cries?' I regarded her without any expression and said, in a gentle voice, 'Technically? When I killed Aurora.

Over the years I've learned that ignorance is more than just bliss. It's freaking orgasmic ecstasy.

Harry?" she asked. "What was that?" "The plot," I said, "thickening.

Bob," I said. "We're going to bind a Titan." "Fuck that!" the skull sputtered. "I'm going to Utah!

We still hadn't learned, though, that 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.

I'd made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters' hearts.

Fear is really quite tedious. She wanted to be rid of it as soon as possible.