Jim Butcher Quotes

And thrice do I say to thee...bite me.

A little humiliation and ego deflation, now and then, is good for apprentices. Mine sighed miserably.

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

Somewhere out there was a village I'd deprived of it's idiot.

I don't have a muse. I have a mortgage.

Nobody can be bad at everything. There’s no such thing as a perfect screwup.

But the only way never to do the wrong thing is never to do anything.

A technicality I'm prepared to hide wildly behind.

You're dead, son. Cheer is contraindicated.

I like to think of it less as embezzling and more as an involuntary goodwill contribution.

‎It isn't enough to stand up and fight darkness. You've got to stand apart from it, too. You've got to be different from it.

When I started, I was pretty sure I was going to be writing some goofy little wizard novels that might make me some part-time money and would hopefully lead to something I could do better.

I love being a wizard. Every day is like Disneyland.

I was seducing shepherdesses when you weren't a twinkle in your great-grandcestor's eyes. I think I know what I'm doing.

Thomas was an annoying wiseass who tended to make everyone he met want to kill him, and when I have that much in common with someone, I can't help but like him a little.

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

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.

If I was on the road to Hell, at least I was going in style.

Don't call me a dinosaur. It isn't fair to the dinosaurs. What did a dinosaur ever do to you?

It rained toads the day the White Council came to town.

Age is always advancing and I'm fairly sure it's up to no good.

Being here? With you? I've met my subconscious, and he's not that sick.

I sometimes give myself excellent advice. Occasionally, I even listen to it.

Seedy wasn't a fair description for the place, because seeds imply eventual regrowth and renewal.

...as nervous as a bird in a coal mine.

I let out a battle cry. Sure, a lot of people might have mistaken it for a sudden yelp of unmanly fear, but trust me. It was a battle cry.

It doesn't make you a monster to want, she said, her voice very gentle. It's what you do with it that matters.

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.

Oh, I forgot to mention it: My brother is the kind of man whom women stalk. In cooperative packs.

But I don't understand God. I don't understand how he could see the way people treat one another, and not chalk up the whole human race as a bad idea.

The only good thing about having your back to the wall is that it makes it really easy to choose which way you're going to go.

The last time I was at a supernatural shindig, I got poisoned and then everything there tried to kill me. So I burned the whole place to the ground.

I wouldn't burden any decent system of faith by participating in it... I'm not agnostic. Just nonpartisan. Theological Switzerland, that's me.

Apocalypse is a frame of mind." [Nicodemus] said then. "A belief. A surrender to inevitability. It is a despair for the future. It is the death of hope.

Caring about someone isn't complicated. It isn't easy. But it isn't complicated, either. Kinda like lifting the engine block out of a car.

I'm dealing with a lot of scary things. I think you have to react to them. And you either laugh at them or you go insane.

People always equate beauty with good, but it just ain't so.

There are things you can't walk away from. Not if you want to live with yourself afterward.

Okay," Kincaid said. "Anyone have any questions?" "Why do they sell hot dogs in packages of ten but hot dog buns in packages of eight?

I'm brilliant as well as skilled," he said modestly. "It's a great burden, all of that on top of my angelic good looks. But I try to soldier on as best I can.

You killed my dog! Get your affairs in order.

Fading light means more than just the end of another day. Night is when terrible things emerge from their sleep and seek soft flesh and hot blood.

Mister Dresden is a diplomatically challenged individual. He should be in a shelter for the tactless.

I could buy that she would murder me in a fit of rage, poison me out of flaming jealousy, or bomb my car out of sheer, stubborn pique. But she would never do it and feel nothing.

People have far more power than they realize, if they would only choose to use it.

When you die, do you want to feel ashamed of what you've done with your life? Feel ashamed of what your life meant?

In my judgment, my buildings are less likely to burn to the ground during one of your visits if you are disoriented from being treated like a sultan.

...It's just one hour. Just one little hour. What could happen in one hour?

The next time you interfere with me, more than smoke will interfere with you.

It always shocked me how you could understand so many things and be such a complete idiot about so many others.