Quotes from Jim Butcher

I scowled up a storm on the way, and brooded. It had never solved any of my problems in the past, but there's always a first time.

Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.

If Lara wanted me dead, it would have happened already. It would have been abrupt, swift, and well executed, and I probably wouldn't have had much of a chance to respond. I might never realize it had happened

little hybrid cars that, when not running on gasoline, was fueled by idealism. It was made out of crepe paper and duct tape and boasted a computer system that looked like it could have run the NYSE and NORAD, with enough attention left over to play tic-tac-toe. Or possibly Global Thermonuclear War.

I laughed. I couldn't help it. The world might be vicious and treacherous and deadly, but it couldn't kill laughter. Laughter, like love, has power to survive the worst things life has to offer. And to do it with style.

I gritted my teeth and got out of Butters's car

Greed is a nice, sterile motivation. If the money's right, you don't need to know someone to take advantage of them. You don't have to hate them, or love them, or be related to them. You don't even have to know who they are. You just have to want money more than you want them to keep on breathing, and if history is any indicator, that isn't a terribly uncommon frame of mind.

one of those coins at Michael's

Oh, good grief. The Mickey Mouse Club of werewolves wanted to throw in on my side.

you have to smile at idiots and children.

Tavi looked wildly around the courtyard, and when his gaze flicked toward them, his face lit with a ferocious smile. "Uncle Bernard! Uncle Bernard!" he shouted, pointing at Doroga. "He followed me home! Can we keep him?

Apparently a gun held to the back of my head engenders a sense of fellowship and goodwill in the depths of my soul. I cooperated.

You're probably right," she said, nodding. "So I'm not going to kill you for shoving your well-intentioned opinion down my throat in a vulnerable moment. Just this once.

Our idea of diplomacy is showing up with a gun in one hand and a sandwich in the other and asking which you'd prefer.

and gave me a smile so wicked that its parents should have sent it to military school.

Maybe the process of becoming something horrible wasn't about temptation to sin, forbidden delights, and bad impulse control. Maybe it was about choosing to throw your soul into a meat grinder, over and over again. Until what remained couldn't even be seen as a soul any longer. Maybe the real monsters, the big bad monsters, aren't created. They're forged. Hammered. One blow at a time.

If the beginning of wisdom is in realizing that one knows nothing, then the beginning of understanding is in realizing that all things exist in accord with a single truth: Large things are made of smaller things. Drops of ink are shaped into letters, letters form words, words form sentences, and sentences combine to express thought.

it left me suspended uncomfortably, stretched out between the overwhelming opposing forces, just trying to hang on. Story of my freaking life.

That things will unfold as they are meant to," Forthill said. "That even in the face of an immediate ugliness, the greater picture will resolve into something all the more beautiful.

You're unconscious, moron," my double said to me. "We can finally talk to one another.

My double snorted. "That's good. That really is, the banter thing. I can't do the banter very well. Maybe that's why you're in charge. Of course, if I was in charge more often, you'd get laid a lot more—but no, that's not it, either.

Things fall apart.

Me alejé de la casa y caminé hacia el lago. Hacía viento, pero estaba despejado. Era una noche algo fresca. Los altos y viejos árboles crujían y gemían bajo el viento. Todavía era demasiado pronto para que los mosquitos empezaran a hacer de las suyas. La luna, en lo alto, estaba en creciente, casi llena, con alguna nube esporádica que pasaba por delante como un velo transparente. Era una noche perfecta para atrapar hadas.

Please, help me. Young werewolves in love.