Jim Butcher Quotes

Meanwhile the whole of the Realm worries that I may already have seen my last winter, yet have appointed no heir to succeed me—while High Lords like Aquitaine seem ready to swim to the throne through...

Michael smiled at me a little. You’re a good man, Harry. But you’re making the same mistake Nicodemus always has—and the same one Karrin did. What mistake? You all think the critical word in the phras...

Michael watched my face closely as we carried her. What? I asked. You aren’t angry, he said. That she’s hurt. Like hell I’m not, I said. It’s coming. After we take care of her. When it’s time. Michael...

Mister went to his spot before the fireplace and demanded that it be made warm.

Molly once burned my egg. My boiled egg. I don’t know how.

Molly was arrested. Possession. I blinked at him. She was possessed?

Monsters are born of pain and grief and loss and anger. Your heart is full of them.

More than anything, she wanted to be someplace warm and safe--but duty was a cold and barren shelter for a wounded spirit.

More than that, though, it gained a definite spiritual chill. Malevolent energy hovered around us, slow and thick like half-frozen honey. There was a gloating, miserly quality to it, bringing to my mi...

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...

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

My brother threw up his hands. What does a woman need to do, Harry? Rip her clothes off, throw herself on top of you, and shimmy while screaming, 'Do me, baby!'? he shook his head. Sometimes you're a...

My cat walked on my face just after dawn.

My double snorted. That’s good. That really is, the banter thing. I can’t do the banter very well. Maybe that’s why you’re in charge. Of course, if I was in charge more often, you’d get laid a lot mor...

My gast was pretty well flabbered.

My laboratory, I said, experimentally, drawing out each syllable. Why is it that saying it like that always makes me want to follow it with ‘mwoo-hah-hah-hah-hahhhhhh’?

My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk. When things get strange, when what goes bump in the night flicks on the lights, when no one else can help you, give me...

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...

My pledge of honor upon it.

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...