Quotes by Jim Butcher

I dont care about whose DNA has recombined with whose. When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching--they are your family.

There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares.

Loneliness is a hard thing to handle. I feel it, sometimes. When I do, I want it to end. Sometimes, when youre near someone, when you touch them on some level that is deeper than the uselessly structured formality of casual civilized interaction, theres a sense of satisfaction in it. Or at least, there is for me. It doesnt have to be someone particularly nice. You dont have to like them. You dont even have to want to work with them. You might even want to punch them in the nose. Sometimes just making that connection is its own experience, its own reward.

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 cant help but like him a little.

A bolt of warmth, fierce with joy and pride and gratitude, flashed through me like sudden lightning. I don’t care about whose DNA has recombined with whose. When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching—they are your family. And they were my heroes.

Lea stood upon a fallen log ahead of us, staring ahead. Mouse walked up to her.Gggrrrr rawf arrrgggrrrrarrrr, I said.Mouse gave me an impatient glance, and somehow--I dont know if it was something in his body language or what--I became aware that he was telling me to sit down and shut up or hed come over and make me.I sat down. Something in me really didnt like that idea, but when I looked around, I saw that everyone else had done it too, and that made me feel better.Mouse said, again in what sounded like perfectly clear English, Funny. Now restore them.Lea turned to look at the big dog and said, Do you dare to give me commands, hound?Not your hound, Mouse said. I didnt know how he was doing it. His mouth wasnt moving or anything. Restore them before I rip your ass off. Literally rip it off.The Leanansidhe tilted her head back and let out a low laugh. You are far from your sources of power here, my dear demon.I live with a wizard. I cheat. He took a step toward her and his lips peeled up from his fangs in unmistakable hostility. You want to restore them? Or do I kill you and get them back that way?Lea narrowed her eyes. Then she said, Youre bluffing.One of the big dogs huge, clawed paws dug at the ground, as if bracing him for a leap, and his growl seemed to . . . I looked down and checked. It didnt seem to shake the ground. The ground was actually shaking for several feet in every direction of the dog. Motes of blue light began to fall from his jaws, thickly enough that it looked quite a bit like he was foaming at the mouth. Try me.The Leanansidhe shook her head slowly. Then she said, How did Dresden ever win you?He didnt, Mouse said. I won him.

Murphy watched me thoughtfully for several empty seconds. Then she said, very gently, Youre a good man, Harry.I swallowed and bowed my head, made humble by the tone of her voice and the expression on her face, more than the words themselves.Not always rational, she said, smiling. But youre the best kind of crazy.

Maybe you know the monsters, Martin, Murphy said quietly. But I know the guy who stops them. And if they dont return the girl, well make them regret it. She nodded at me and said, Lets go. We can watch Dresden kill the bitch.

I choose my battles, Dresden. Not you. She looked up at me calmly. Let me put this in terms that will get through your skull: My friend is going to save a child from monsters. Im going with him. Thats what friends do, Harry.

The human mind is not a terribly logical or consistent place.

The human mind isnt a terribly logical or consistent place. Most people, given the choice to face a hideous or terrifying truth or to conveniently avoid it, choose the convenience and peace of normality. That doesnt make them strong or weak people, or good or bad people. It just makes them people.

Susan hardly had begun to slow down when Tera appeared from between a couple of buildings and loped over to the car. I leaned forward, opened the door, and she got into the backseat. I threw her the extra clothes I had picked up, and she began to dress without comment.It worked, I said. We did it.Of course it worked, Tera said. Men are foolish. They will stare at anything female and naked.

This is Waldo Butters, and his geek penis is longer and harder than any of ours put together.

I had this teacher who kept telling me that if I was ever in a fair fight, someone had made a mistake,” she said

Sometimes I forget how much I like riding the bike. Most chicks do, I said. Roar of the engine and so on.Murphys blue eyes glittered with annoyance and anticipation. Pig. You really enjoy dropping all women together in the same demographic, dont you? Its not my fault all women like motorcycles, Murph. Theyre basically huge vibrators. With wheels.

I was seducing shepherdesses when you werent a twinkle in your great-grandcestors eyes. I think I know what Im doing.

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

Gruff,” I said, “I find myself largely clueless about why mortal women do what they do. It will take a wiser man than me to understand what’s in a fae woman’s mind.

Calliope was never still. Even when she was seemingly motionless, he could see her mind at work, sorting ideas, seeking solutions, cataloging the space around her. To see her beauty, one had to see her in motion.

I am the foremost collector of velvet Elvii in the city of Chicago, I said at once. Elvii? Marcone inquired.The plural would be Elvises, I guess, I said. But if I say that too often, I start muttering to myself and calling things my precious, so I usually go with the Latin plural.