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

You don't go walking into the proverbial lion's den lightly. You start with a good breakfast.

Magic. It can get a guy killed.

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

Do you have a little white dress? I've had this deep-seated nurse fantasy about you, Murphy.

Smiling always seems to annoy people more than actually insulting them. Or maybe I just have an annoying smile.

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

A technicality I'm prepared to hide wildly behind.

Harry, " Bob drawled, his eye lights flickering smugly, "what you know about women, I could juggle.

It's tough for magic to argue with physics, most of the time.

How beautiful this city, or perhaps any in the world, is to a woman who knows her bed awaits her even as she lingers, barefoot in the rain at midnight.

I've found that people reveal nothing of their true selves except within their art and their sin." ~ Dacey Sinnett, 'ROAM

The best kind of love is one that brings out the best in you and doesn’t try to make you be someone other than yourself

I've always felt a little misrepresented in the world.

When you know you have a certain amount of work to finish, you just don't allow yourself to get sick again.

General rebellions and revolts of a whole people never were encouraged now or at any time. They are always provoked.

I was like one of those nauseatingly nice children. I was very, very well behaved and boring.

Ranger locked eyes with me. "Please," he said. Tank and Hal were goggle-eyed. They weren't used to "please." I wasn't used to it either. But I liked it. Okay," I said. "Be careful. He's insane.

The line dividing the state from what is called private enterprise, orat least fromthehighlyorganized part of it, is a traditional fiction.

I'm not interested in who suffered the most. I'm interested in people getting over it.