1,269 Quotes by Jim Butcher

Faeries like pizza?" I asked."Oh, Harry," Toot said breathlessly. "Haven't you ever had pizza before?""Of course I have," I said.Toot looked wounded. "And you didn't share?

Life is full of toil, sacrifice, and pain, and from the time we stop growing, we know that we've begun dying. We watch helplessly as year by year, our bodies age and fail, while our survival instincts compel us to keep on going-which means living with the terrifying knowledge that ultimately death is inescapable.

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.

Tonight you will be visited by three spirits. The ghosts of indictment past, present, and future. They will teach you the true meaning of 'you are still a scumbag criminal.

Technically,' I said, "I'm not breaking any of the Laws of Magic. I'm not robbing you of your will, so I'm clear of the Fourth Law. And you didn't get loose, so I'm clear of the Seventh Law. The Council can bite me.'The bone ridges above Chauncy's eyes twitched. 'Surely, that is merely a colorful euphemism, rather than a statement of desire.''It is.

Aer-O-Smith. Arrowsmith. Does the shirt belong to your weapon dealer?”“No.”“Then why do you wear the shirt of someone else’s weapon dealer?

There was a ticking time bomb inside my head and the one person I trusted to go in and get it out hadn’t shown up or spoken to me for more than a year.

Murphy,” I hissed. “Are you absolutely sure about this hair? That it belongs to Kravos?” If it didn’t, the doll wouldn’t do diddly to the sorcerer, unless I managed to throw it into his eye.“We’re reasonably sure,” she whispered, “yes.”“Reasonably sure. Great.” But I knelt down, and marked out the circle around me, then another around the Ken doll, and wrought my spell.

I held my hand up, frowning. "Wait a minute. Where did you say this thing was stolen from?""The Cathedral of Saint John the Baptist." Father Vincent said."In Northern Italy." I said.He nodded."In Turin, to be exact.""He nodded again, his expression reserved."Someone stole the freaking Shroud of Turin?" I demanded."Yes."I settled back in the chair, looking down at the photos again. This changed things.This changed things a lot.