Jim Butcher Quotes

Does it hurt to be as suave as you, boss? It’s agonizing. Looks it.

There’s a theory making the rounds now that when the meteor hit it only killed off the big stuff. That there were plenty of smaller reptiles running around, about the same size as all the mammals at t...

About Author

Jim Butcher (born October 26, 1971) is an American author. He has written the contemporary fantasy The Dresden Files, Codex Alera, and Cinder Spires book series.

Five white candles surrounded my summoning circle, the points of an invisible pentacle. White for protection. And because they’re the cheapest color at Wal-Mart.

We’re a civilized society, are we not? Esterbrook blinked. Since when, miss? We’re a democracy.

The Denarians want to disrupt civilization, and with the Archive under their control, they could do it. Maybe they’d use biological or chemical weapons instead. Maybe they’d crash the world economy. M...

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

The evening had obviously been moving along entirely too smoothly, I thought. Something had gone wrong.

Subtle and quick to anger? Not so subtle.

You want to play head games? Molly snarled, her blue eyes blazing. Let's go.

Hope lets you do things you would otherwise never be able to do, gives strength when everything is darkest. In

Truth does not become untruth simply because its existence upsets the scion of a High House.

More trouble in Faerie. Bigger trouble in Faerie. And I'd be willing to bet dollars to navel lint that I knew exactly which stupid son of a bitch the Council would expect to start poking his nose arou...

I felt like a collection of complaints and malfunctions.

Stop, Kincaid said in a calm voice. Unclench.Unclench what? Murphy demanded.Unclench your ass. me?You're going to trip the beam. You need another quarter inch. Relax.I am relaxed, Murphy growled.Oh, K...

Guru in the Ukraine,

I hate it when a plan falls apart.

I have a monster under my bed, and it's Mouse.

Several bulging bookshelves which I really will organize one day.

I told you, Molly said, never looking toward me. It's in the past. Leave it there.You listening to my head, kiddo?Her mouth twitched. Only when I want to hear the roar of the ocean.

[Mab] was pale, beautiful on a scale that beggared simple description, and I harbored a healthy and rational terror of her.