Quotes by "Jim Butcher"

I'd made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters' hearts.

I think that men ought to treat women like something other than weaker men with breasts.

You know how confusing the whole good-evil concept is for me.

In the action business, when you don't want to say you ran like a mouse, you call it 'taking cover.' It's more heroic.

Regardless of what I think about Islam or Wicca or any other religion, the fact is that it's a group of people. Every faith has its ceremonies. And since it's made up of people, every faith also has its assholes.

Don't mess with a wizard when he's wizarding!

Kids. You gotta love them. I adore children. A little salt, a squeeze of lemon--perfect.

You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles!

Likest thou jelly within thy doughnut?

I don't know about your true form, but the weight of your ego sure is pushing the crust of the earth toward the breaking point.

Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.

Harry Dresden. Saving the world, one act of random destruction at a time.

I’ve had a tense couple of days. And I’ve got to tell you, burning someone’s face off sounds like a great way to relax.

I have nightmares about hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you.

If your opponent has you by fifty pounds, winning a fight against him is a dubious proposition, at best. If your opponent has you by eight thousand and fifty pounds, you’ve left the realm of combat and enrolled yourself in Road-kill 101. Or possibly in a Tom and Jerry cartoon.

That’s the problem with you nearly immortal types,” I said. “You couldn’t spot a pop culture reference if it skittered up and implanted an embryo down your esophagus.

Home is where, when you go there and tell people to get out, they have to leave.

I'm so pretty, it's hard for me to think of myself as intelligent.

Hell's holy stars and freaking stones shit bells.

How long have you been a Wiccan?' 'A what?' 'A pagan. A witch.' 'I'm not a witch,' I said, glancing out the door. 'I'm a wizard.' Sanya frowned. 'What is the difference?' 'Wizard has a Z' He looked at me blankly. 'No one appreciates me.' I muttered.