Dresden Files Quotes
#1. I told you,” Molly said, never looking toward me. “It’s in the past. Leave it there.”
“You listening to my head, kiddo?”
Her mouth twitched. “Only when I want to hear the roar of the ocean. – Author: Jim Butcher
#2. Better safe than exsanguinated. – Author: Jim Butcher
#3. Hospital waits are bad ones. The fact that they happen to pretty much all of us, sooner or later, doesn’t make them any less hideous. – Author: Jim Butcher
#4. Come on,” I said to Karrin. “Head for the other boat.”
“Should we?” she asked. “That Erlking guy seems a little..do-it-yourselfy. – Author: Jim Butcher
#5. You can be as sincere as hell and still be wrong. – Author: Jim Butcher
#6. Even in winter, the cold isn’t always bitter, and not every day is cruel. – Author: Jim Butcher
#7. Magic. It can get a guy killed. – Author: Jim Butcher
#8. Someone is out there,” I said. “Someone who has been manipulating the events. Playing puppet master, stirring the pot, stacking the deck – ”
“Mixing metaphors?” Thomas suggested. – Author: Jim Butcher
#9. Keep it up, wise guy. I’m always going to be taller than you once you’re lying unconscious on the ground. – Author: Jim Butcher
#10. Sheep can befriend a hungry wolf only for briefly. – Author: Jim Butcher
#11. He had hard, steady eyes, and all the comforting, reassuring charm of a dental drill. – Harry Dresden describing Morgan – Author: Jim Butcher
#12. What do you need?” Vadderung asked.
“Advice,” I said. “If the price is right.”
“And what do you think a sufficient price would be?”
“Lucy charges a nickel.”
“Ah,” Vadderung said. “But Lucy is a psychiatrist. You realize that you’ve just cast yourself as Charlie Brown.”
“Augh,” I said. – Author: Jim Butcher
#13. Molly, you are a good person. Don’t let anyone take that away from you. Not even yourself. – Author: Jim Butcher
#14. Wisps of arctic blue and green and purple buzzed and whirled within those sharp spikes, sending out a wild coruscation of coloured light. The aurora was mesmerizing and blinding at the same time, and little disco balls hoped that they could grow up to be half as brilliant one day. – Author: Jim Butcher
#15. There’s power in the night. There’s terror in the darkness. Despite all our accumulated history, learning, and experience, we remember. We remember times when we were too small to reach the light switch on the wall, and when darkness itself was enough to make us cry out in fear … – Author: Jim Butcher
#16. The cabin door swung open and Molly belly-crawled onto the deck until she could see me. “Who started shooting at us?”
“Bad guys!” I cringed as another round hit the side of the boat and peppered me with wooden splinters. “Obviously! – Author: Jim Butcher
#17. I like to stay cozy with my paranoia, not pass her around to my friends and family. – Author: Jim Butcher
#18. I ask people impertinent questions. Hopefully turning up pertinent answers. – Author: Jim Butcher
#19. After a few minutes, Molly came partway up the short ladder to the bridge and stopped. “Do I need to ask permission to come up there or something?”
“Why would you?” I asked.
She considered. “It’s what they do on Star Trek? – Author: Jim Butcher
#20. I leaned my head back on the couch and closed my eyes. “I’m not sure what to do next. How are you as a sounding board?”
“I can look interested and nod at appropriate moments,” he said.
“Good enough,” I said. – Author: Jim Butcher
#21. You’re a cop. I need a doughnut. – Author: Jim Butcher
#22. We had reached the doors to my suite, which still felt awkward to say, even in my own head. My suite. Guys like me don’t have suites. We have lairs. – Author: Jim Butcher
#23. I admit,” Morgan said with another withering look, “it’s no donut. – Author: Jim Butcher
#24. You don’t take your cat with you to go bird shopping. Not because the cat isn’t polite, but because he’s a cat. – Author: Jim Butcher
#25. I like to think of it less as embezzling and more as an involuntary goodwill contribution. – Author: Jim Butcher
#26. I am somewhat proud of this,” Mab’s cold voice said. “To be sure, the White Christ never suffered so long or so terribly as did this traitor. Three days on a tree. Hardly enough time for a prelude. When it came to visiting agony, the Romans were hobbyists. – Author: Jim Butcher
#27. There were quick footsteps beside me, and then Molly pressed her back to mine. “You take that side!” she said. “I’ll take this one!”
DJ Molly C lifted both of her wands and turned the battle chaos to eleven. – Author: Jim Butcher
#28. Peabody may not have seen the man turn into a grizzly, but he was bright enough to know that Injun Joe was getting set to adjust another relative ass-to-ears ratio. – Author: Jim Butcher
#29. I took a big dose of Tylenol the original, since I didn’t have my Tylenol 3 or its lesser-known, short-lived cousin, Tylenol Two: The Pain Strikes Back. – Author: Jim Butcher
#30. There aren’t any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic. – Author: Jim Butcher
#31. Holy shit,” I breathed. “Hellhounds.”
“Harry,” Michael said sternly. “You know I hate it when you swear.”
“You’re right. Sorry. Holy shit,” I breathed, “heckhounds. – Author: Jim Butcher
#32. Fire isn’t always an element of destruction. Classical alchemical doctrine teaches that it also has dominion over another province: change. – Author: Jim Butcher
#33. Working with civilians, like this was that TV show about the wizard with the talking skull and the twatty name. – Author: Caitlin Kittredge
#34. The water near me stirred and then a Sharkface rose up out of it as if on an elevator, slow, his mouth tilted up into a small smile. He stood there on the water perhaps five feet away from me. His eyeless face looked smug.
“Warden,” he said.
“Asshat,” I replied. – Author: Jim Butcher
#35. [Mouse is] with us. The dog is a handicap-assist animal.”
The kid lifted his eyebrows.
“My mouth is partially paralyzed,” I said. “It makes it hard for me to read. He’s here to help me with the big words. Tell me if I’m supposed to push or pull on doors, that kind of thing. – Author: Jim Butcher
#36. The words first. Damned near everything begins with words.
“I am,” I breathed, and suddenly the ice was clear of my mouth.
“I am Harry … ” I panted, and the pain redoubled.
And I laughed. As if some freak who never loved enough to know loss could tell me about pain. – Author: Jim Butcher
#37. Bigots see something they expect and then they stop thinking about what is in front of them. It’s probably how they got to be bigots in the first place. – Author: Jim Butcher
#38. Good Lord, I’m regretting this now,” I muttered. “I have never – ever – smelled BO this bad in my life. And I once had s’mores wit a Sasquatch.”
“Hang out with him for awhile,” Mort gasped. “Eventually it’s not so bad.”
“No. Not really. – Author: Jim Butcher
#39. Lean forward a little, my lord,” Toot said instantly, and shouted, “Hey, Kernal Purpleweed! Come watch the Za Winter Lord Knight’s back!”
I fought not to smile. “No, that’s a metaphor,” I said.
Toot frowned and scratched his head. “I don’t know what it’s for. – Author: Jim Butcher
#40. For the sake of one soul. For one loved one. For one life.” I called power into my blasting rod, and its tip glowed incandescent white. “The way I see it, there’s nothing else worth fighting a war for. – Author: Jim Butcher
#41. You suck. You suck diseased moose wang, Marcone. – Author: Jim Butcher
#42. I love watching him think,” Maeve told Lily. “You can almost hear that poor little hamster running and running on its wheel. – Author: Jim Butcher
#43. The Carpenters had a threshold more solid and extensive than the Great Wall of China. I would not be in the least bit surprised if you could see it from space. – Author: Jim Butcher
#44. Bob,” I said over my shoulder. “Tell her it’s me.”
“Can’t,” Bob said in a dreamy tone. “Boobs. – Author: Jim Butcher
#45. Mab had the kind of power you had to describe using exponents. – Author: Jim Butcher
#46. Of course Evil’s afoot. If it had switched to the metric system it’d be up to a meter by now. – Author: Jim Butcher
#47. We’re all so damned fragile. – Author: Jim Butcher
#48. We start by sinking a barge,” I decided. Then I blinked and looked at the Erlking. “Can we sink a barge?”
The shadow-masked Erlking tilted his head slightly to one side, his burning eyes narrowed. “Wizard, please. – Author: Jim Butcher
#49. Tiny,” Sanya rumbled to Michael, clenching a demonstrative fist. “But fierce. – Author: Jim Butcher
#50. The Blue Beetle was not a clown car,” I said severely. “It was a machine of justice. – Author: Jim Butcher
#51. You can’t plan for everything or you never get started in the first place. – Author: Jim Butcher
#52. I flicked a comb through my wet hair, for all the good it would do, and said, “How do I look?”
“Mostly human,” she said.
“That’s what I was going for. – Author: Jim Butcher
#53. Because nothing says flattery like a gun to the head. – Author: Jim Butcher
#54. Injun Joe studied the body for a moment, his eyes sad. Then he said, “I’d rather go in my sleep, I think.” He glanced back at me. “What about you?”
“I want to be stepped on by an elephant while having sex with identical triplet cheerleaders,” I said. – Author: Jim Butcher
#55. He gave me a severe look over his spectacles and said, as if he thought the words were deadly venom and might kill me, You are an untidy person. – Author: Jim Butcher
#56. So,” he said. “Mab.”
I grunted vaguely in reply.
“You hit that,” Sanya said. – Author: Jim Butcher
#57. If you turn into a hideous monster and I am sent to slay you, I will remember this and make it as painless as I can, out of respect for you. – Author: Jim Butcher
#58. There was a roar from the shadow-tiger mask around the Harley, and Murphy swept up alongside the boat. I leapt down onto the back of the bike in a single smooth motion, which I felt was cool, and landed with too much of my weight on my genitals, which I felt was not. – Author: Jim Butcher
#59. Lacuna peered at my shirt. “Aer-O-Smith. Arrowsmith. Does the shirt belong to your weapon dealer?”
“Then why do you wear the shirt of someone else’s weapon dealer? – Author: Jim Butcher
#60. I grunted. “She’s not a delicate princess,” I said. “She’s a warrior. Warriors have enemies. Sometimes warriors get hurt.” I felt my jaws clench. “And then their friends even things up. – Author: Jim Butcher
#61. Stop,” Kincaid said in a calm voice. “Unclench.”
“Unclench what?” Murphy demanded.
“Unclench your ass.”
“You’re going to trip the beam. You need another quarter inch. Relax.”
“I am relaxed,” Murphy growled.
“Oh,” Kincaid said. “Damn, great ass then. – Author: Jim Butcher
#62. You want to play head games?” Molly snarled, her blue eyes blazing. “Let’s go. – Author: Jim Butcher
#63. Booya!” I shouted in pure triumph, the adrenaline turning my manly baritone into a rather terrified-sounding shriek. “What have you got for fiery beams of death, huh? You got nothing for fiery beam of death! Might as well go back to Atari, bug-boy, ’cause you don’t got game enough for me! – Author: Jim Butcher
#64. When I finally got tired of arguing with her and decided to write a novel as if I was some kind of formulaic, genre writing drone, just to prove to her how awful it would be, I wrote the first book of the Dresden Files. – Author: Jim Butcher
#65. Ebenezar blinked . Then he turned his face to me his expression clearly asking whether or not I was out of my damned mind .
“Wile E. Coyote” I said to him soberly . “Suuuuuuper Genius – Author: Jim Butcher
#66. Butters blinked at looked at Thomas. “My God,” he said. “You’ve been shot.”
Thomas hooked a thumb at Butters. “Check out Dr. Marcus Welby, MD, here.”
“I’d have gone with Doogie Howser, maybe,” I said.
“Split the difference at McCoy?” Thomas asked.
“Perfect. – Author: Jim Butcher
#67. EASTER HAS BEEN CANCELED – THEY FOUND THE BODY – Author: Jim Butcher
#68. Yeah, they look great, but that isn’t a fantasy come true, Harry. That’s a wood chipper in Playboy bunny clothing. – Author: Jim Butcher
#69. My name is Harry Dresden,” I said.
Fitz stumbled. “Holy shit,” he said. “Like … that Harry Dresden? The professional wizard?”
“The one and only.”
He recovered his pace and shook his head. “I heard you were dead.”
“Well, yeah,” I said, “but I’m taking it in stride. – Author: Jim Butcher
#70. Butters,” rumbled Skaldi Hair Ball. If he really had broken fingers, it didn’t look like they were bothering him much. “When are you going to get in this ring and train like a man?”
“About five minutes after I get a functional lightsaber,” Butters replied easily, much to Hair Ball’s amusement. – Author: Jim Butcher
#71. Maybe they’d use biological or chemical weapons instead. Maybe they’d crash the world economy. Maybe they’d turn every program on television into one of those reality shows.”
“That’s mostly done already, Harry.”
“Oh. Well. I’ve got to believe that the world is worth saving anyway. – Author: Jim Butcher
#72. Mac folded his arms on the bar and looked at me intently and said, in a resonant baritone, “You’ve got to be very careful, Harry.”
I looked at him, shocked. He’d … used grammar. – Author: Jim Butcher
#73. If your new boss wanted yo on the island, wouldn’t she just have told you to go there?” Thomas asked.
“Seems like,” I said. “Taking her orders is pretty much my job now.”
Molly snorted softly.
“Maybe I’ll grow into it,” I said. “You don’t know.”
Thomas snorted softly. – Author: Jim Butcher