1,269 Quotes by Jim Butcher

Your face looks like a sack of purple potatoes.

My choices are measured against my own soul. Not against the stains on theirs.

We’re ostriches and the whole world is sand.

If you can’t manage courtesy, try silence.

I shied away from that line of thought, lest it bring up too many old memories.

Santa is a much bigger and more powerful faery than Toot, and I don’t know his true name anyway. You’d never see me trying to nab Saint Nick in a magic circle even if I did. I don’t think anyone has stones that big.

He had hard, steady eyes, and all the comforting, reassuring charm of a dental drill. – Harry Dresden describing Morgan.

Could a man’s heart, his soul, perish and yet leave him walking and talking as if alive?

I know. It makes my head hurt too.