Jim Quotes

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

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.

When you do something stupid and die, it's pathetic," I said. "When you do something stupid and survive it, then you get to call it impressive or heroic.

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.

Men plan. Fate Laughs. Guis Alera, First Lord

I've always admired your ability to be unilaterally irritating.

I once lost five years listening to a Pink Floyd album.

I mean it," I said. "You're in danger." "Relax, Harry. I'm not letting anyone lick me, and I'm not looking anyone in the eyes. It's kind of like visiting New York.

I've never lost a duel to the death. Not one.

Uh, the Council," I said. "Big shock, they aren't helping." Murphy looked like she might be asleep, but she snorted. "So we're on our own." Yeah." Good. It's more familiar.

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

If you can't manage courtesy, try silence.

I put it down to the paranoia of advancing age. It isn't like I'm all that old or anything, especially for a wizard, but age is always advancing and I'm fairly sure it's up to no good.

You're a cop. I need a doughnut.

All of those faeries and duels and mad queens and so on, and no one quoted old Billy Shakespeare. Not even once.

Sullen monosyllabism, a sure sign of sleep deprivation.

Got to die of something," Giraldi observed. "Might as well put back a few pints while you wait to see what it is.

God save me from idealists.

Black Court vampires. I just shortened it some." Ebenezar tsked. "Blampires. That's the problem with you young people. Shortening all the words.

Crows," Maximus breathed. "Was that who I think it was?" "Phrygiar Navaris," Tavi said, nodding. "What was she doing here?" Max asked. "Getting humiliated, mostly. Especially there at the end.

But I am dead certain--ba-dump-bump-ching--that I'm the first guy to lead an army of spirits in an assault from the spirit-world side...and had them start off screaming, "BOO!

in McAnally's pub and grill, there aren't any service people. According to Mac, if you can't get up and walk over to pick up your own order, you don't need to be there at all.

Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead," I said solemnly, "and frosting of white.

Let's sum up: an unknown number of enemies with unknown capabilities, supported by a gang of madmen, packs of attack animals, and superhumanly intelligent pocket change.

Everybody should get to make a living with their passion.

An inferior sense of smell," Marcus said, as if absolutely nothing of significance had happened, "is distinct from being told that one smells unpleasant.

The U.S. isn't a perfect place, but it's better than most people have managed to come up with. And all my stuff is there.

If I stay, they'll kill me... If I go, at least everything that wants me dead won't be taking it personally.

No story that juicy was going to stay secret for long.

Pretty please. With sugar.

If you shoot, I will kill her before I die." Yes," Kitai said in a patient tone. "Which is why I have not shot you. Yet.

You never get a straight answer from captains. You should know that by now.

Many women have earned titles, Your Grace. It doesn't seem to have been a factor in whether or not they actually received them.

I brought the Beetle to life with a roar. Well. Not really a roar. A Volkswagen Bug doesn't roar. But it sort of growled.

You’re playing the creepy vibe a little hard,” I said. “Might as well go for broke, put on a black top hat and pipe in some organ music.

Discretion is the better part of not getting exsanguinated.

It would require a singularly stupid man to go hang around in narrow tunnels and cramped spaces alongside a threat like that. "And I, Harry Dresden, am that man," I stated.

The mad rarely know that they are mad. It's the rest of the world, I think, that seems insane to them.

Where is your unit?" Murphy asked. I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "Right where it's always been, dollface.

I felt like I had just double-tapped Santa.

The past was gone. Nothing could change what had already been. Looking back at it, letting its wounds fester, indulging in regret was just a different, slower way to die. The living moved forward.

You are a drug dealer. To tiny faeries. Shame." Sanya to Dresden

Your face looks like a sack of purple potatoes

Oh, I get it," I said. "You're Evil Harry, lurking inside Good Harry. Right? And you only come out at night?

You don’t have to run faster than the bear to get away. You just have to run faster than the guy next to you.

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.

Here's where I ask why don't you spend your time doing something safer and more boring. Like maybe administering suppositories to rabid gorillas.

Here had lived someone else who knew that the only thing waiting at home was a sense of loneliness. Sometimes it is comforting. Most often, it isn't.

Not that I was worried about anyone stealing my car. I once had a car thief offer to get me something better for a sweetheart rate.

Thank God for wisecracks.