Jim Butcher Quotes

When kind men grow angry, things are about to change.

It’s what you do with the want that matters.

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.

. . every jungle creature for fifty or sixty yards started raising holy hell on the what-the-fuck-was-that party line.

If you go exploring, you might find something that could hurt you.If one doesn't , one is not truly exploring

Passion has overthrown tyrants and freed prisoners and slaves. Passion has brought justice where there was savagery. Passion has created freedom where there was nothing but fear. Passion has helped so...

Well. We’ll just have to hope that this wasn’t a loup-garou, I guess. If it was a louper, you’d know, Bob said wisely. In the middle of this town, you’d have a dozen people dead every time the full mo...

I’m dealing with a lot of scary things, she said. I think you have to react to them. And you either laugh at them or you go insane. Or you become like Martin. Shut off from everything and everyone. Tr...

All I said was, I miss you.

Strength is the first virtue, Alera said. That is not a pleasant fact. Its distastefulness does not alter the truth that without strength to protect them, all other virtues are ephemeral, ultimately m...

There are some basic tenets that ninety-nine percent of all Wiccans follow, but at its core the faith is all about individual freedom. Wiccans believe that as long as you aren't hurting anyone else by...

There was a horrible, wrenching sound, a screech of protesting metal, and one of the screams peaked at a shivering, violent point—then dissolved into a strangled mishmash of sounds, of tearing and sna...

But even with centuries of experience, I doubted any of them had ever been hit with a water balloon. Or with a holy-water balloon, either. I kept three of them in the box in my car, in easy reach.

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...

There’s power in the touch of another person’s hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There’s a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands.

I can’t tell you how many jobs I’ve done without a hitch since the last time I saw you, Dresden. You walk through the door and everything goes to hell. That’s embroidered on my towels, actually, I sai...

I mean, we're all going to die. We know that on an intellectual level. We figure it out when we're still fairly young, and it scares us so badly that we convince ourselves we're immortal for more than...

We followed him through the wealthy splendor of the house. Hardwood floors. Custom carved woodworking. Statues. Fountains. Suits of armor. Original painting, one of them a van Gogh. Stained-glass wind...

My name is Harry Dresden, I said.Fitz stumbled. Holy shit, he said. Like... Harry Dresden? The professional wizard?The one and only.He recovered his pace and shook his head. I heard you were dead.Well...

I've been a young man. Boobs are near the center of the universe, until you turn twenty-five or so. Which is also when young men's auto insurance rates go down. This is not a coincidence.

The campus police officer folded his hands and stared at me from across the table. Coffee? What flavor is it? I asked. He was in his forties, a big, solid man with bags under his calm, wary eyes, and...