Quotes About Contrast

they were all sweating like hookers in a confessional

There are people my age competing at the Olympics and I still try to enter Walmart through the exit-only door.

Wizards and computers get along about as well as flamethrowers and libraries.

As a whole, people suck. But a person can be extraordinary

Some things just aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste.

No," she said. "You are not Patrick Swayze. I am not Demi Moore." She touched a switch on the little box and it started ticking. "And this sure as hell isn't pottery class.

I hate feeling like Han Solo in a world of Jedi.

She came back with a can of Coke and a can of Diet Coke, and handed me the nonvile one.

He fell into step beside me and we both got into the Blue Beetle — he got in the red door. I got in the white one, and we peered out over the grey hood[...]

Parts of Chicago are wondrous fair, and parts of Chicago look postapocalyptic. This block had seen the apocalypse come, grunted, and said, "Meh.

Some things just aren't meant to go together. Thinks like oil and Water. Orange juice and toothpaste. Wizards and television. ... Maybe some things aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste. Me and Susan.

He's a lawyer, he's a priest. This does not compute. - Harry Dresden

The energy of night was far different than that of the daylight—not inherently evil, but wilder, more dangerous, more unpredictable.

Summer and Winter, constantly chasing each other, wounding what the other heals and healing what the other wounds.

You're a genuine Greek god. You're the Lord of the Underworld. And . . . you named your dog Spot?

They say civilization is a thin veneer over barbarism. Chicago stood waiting for the first tearing sound.

He had the kind of face that belonged on billboards. Mine belonged on wanted posters.

I shook my head, bewildered. They say we wizards are subtle. But believe you me, we've got nothing, nothing at all, on women.

I believe that there's a cloud for every silver lining

The married thing. Sometimes I look at it and feel like someone from a Dickens novel, standing outside in the cold and staring in at Christmas dinner.

It's a study in deliberate asymmetry.

Maybe some things just aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste. Me and Susan. But tomorrow was another day.

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

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.