Quotes About Wizard

We've got a goddamned wizard! Fuck those guys!

We start by sinking a barge, I decided. Then I blinked and looked at the Erlking. Can we sink a barge? The shadow-masked Erlking tilted his head slightly to one side, his burning eyes narrowed. Wizard, please.

When a mortal dreams, all kinds of strange things can happen. When a wizard dreams, it can be even weirder. Sometimes, dreams can be intense enough to create a little, temporary world of their own.

Am I going to be able to provide a real home for her, man? An education? A real life? What's her college application going to look like: 'Raised on Spooky Island by wizard with GED, please help'?

I turned to Grey again. "The point is, killing someone is almost never the smart move, long term. Sometimes it's got to be done if you want to survive—but the more you do it, the more you risk creating more enemies and buying yourself even more trouble." Grey seemed to consider that for a moment, and then shrugged. "The argument is not entirely without merit. Tell me, wizard, does it give you some sort of satisfaction to protect this man?

When it happens to a wizard, insurance companies go broke and there's reconstruction afterward. What was stirring in me now made those previous feelings of battle rage seem like anemic kittens.

That's the true power of a wizard. I know things. Knowledge is power. With power comes responsibility.

That's the great thing about being a wizard. I can always tell myself, honestly, that things could be worse.

I'm getting my ass kicked by tiny faeries! I shouted back, fumbling to start the car. They've got my freaking number! Run away! Bob giggled. Run away! Tiny faeries! growled in frustration and popped the Redcap's hat down over Bob. Stop being a jerk. This is serious. Bob's voice was only barely muffled. It sounded like he couldn't breathe. Serious! Tiny! Faeries! The m-m- mighty wizard Dresden!

Gandalf never had this kind of problem.

My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk.

You," Madeline said, her voice hollow and wheezing, "are a bad case of herpes, wizard. You're inconvenient, embarrassing, no real threat, and you simply will not go away.

I told you long ago that being a real wizard means sacrifice. It means knowing things no one else does," he said, still growling. "I told you that it meant that you might have to act upon what you knew, and knew to be right, even though the whole world set its hand against you. Or that you might have to do horrible, necessary things. Do you remember that?

Professional Wizard Incinerates Amateur Vampire. News at ten.

Harry," Bob said. "Stars and skies, you're all right!" He hesitated for a second, and then said, "And looking grim. Even dressed in boxers with yellow duckies on them." I glanced down, and did my best to picture a vampire wearing boxers with yellow duckies. Or a wizard wearing yellow duckies, for that matter.

When most people lose control of their anger, someone gets hurt. Maybe someone even gets killed. When it happens to a wizard, insurance companies go broke and there's reconstruction afterward.

How about it, wizard? Cop? Maybe you've got stones enough to take it when I threaten you. I can admire that.

When people come to the only professional wizard in the Chicago phone book for help, they're one of two things: desperate or smart. Very rarely are they both.

WIZARD Lost items found. Paranormal Investigations. Consulting. Advice. Reasonable Rates. No Love Potions, Endless Purses, or Other Entertainment.

My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk. I'm a wizard. I work out of an office in midtown Chicago. As far as I know, I'm the only openly practicing professional wizard in the country. You can find me in the yellow pages, under "Wizards." Believe it or not, I'm the only one there.

Crap," I gasped. "I am not going to be known as the wizard who used his death curse thanks to a bunch of bitty nail guns.

Many, many mantles are worn—or discarded—on Halloween night, wizard.

When I started, I was pretty sure I was going to be writing some goofy little wizard novels that might make me some part-time money and would hopefully lead to something I could do better.

White for protection. And because they're the cheapest color at Wal-Mart. Hey, being a wizard doesn't make money grow on trees.