Jim Butcher Quotes

The council is old school. Really, really old school.

The blow made her see stars. There was no time for astronomy in ground fighting, she thought,

The curve of her smile promised things that were probably illegal, and bad for you, and would carry warnings from the Surgeon General, but that you’d still want to do over and over again.

Night wasn't so much falling as sharpening its claws.

Nicodemus is a murderous murdering murderer...

The dead don’t need justice. That’s for those of us who are left looking down at the remains.

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

I didn’t look up, occupied as I was with brooding, a famous pastime of wizards everywhere.

Never let it be said that Harry Dresden is afraid of a dried, dead bug. Creepy or not, I wasn't going to let it ruin my concentration.So I scooped it up with the corner of the phone book and popped it...

Bob, I asked. What is all my stuff doing here? Oh, Bob said. That. Well. Bianca got the idea, somewhere, that your stuff might explode if anyone messed around with it. I heard the wryness in my voice,...

Some days, it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.

Some men fall from grace. Some are pushed.

I have, in general, not had fun during my service as a Warden of the White Council. I have taken no enjoyment whatsoever in becoming a soldier in the war with the Vampire Courts. Doing battle with the...

The force of the blast did not scatter the crystals, as Bridget’s common sense told her it absolutely should have. Instead it just seemed to disperse, spreading out like a wave. Where the wave spread,...

I hear that they make disinfectants that don’t hurt these days. But Charity used iodine.

I kind of felt bad for them. Getting punched out by a dame was not going to pad their goon résumés.

Wizards don’t use magic to kill people. They use it to discover, to protect, to mend, to help. Not to destroy.

The old man’s staff was shorter and thicker than mine, but the carved sigils and formulae on it were noticeably similar, and the texture and color of the wood was identical.

My God, there are times when the sexiest thing a woman can give a man is permission.

Somewhere along the way, their passion had become bottled anger. The anger had fermented into bitter hatred. Then the hatred had fed upon itself, gnawing away at them over years, even decades, until o...