I had a vague memory of being that ridiculous at one time. Let he who hath never worn parachute pants cast the first stone.

Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it.

...you look like you fell out of a crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down.

If I stay, they'll kill me... If I go, at least everything that wants me dead won't be taking it personally.

Bob, would you be willing to take on Evil Bob?" Bob's eyes darted nervously. "I'd . . . prefer not to. I'd really, really prefer not to. You have no idea. That me was crazy. And buff. He worked out.

You are a drug dealer. To tiny faeries. Shame." Sanya to Dresden

It turns out that Molly wasn't her mother's daughter in that respect. Charity was like the MacGuyver of the kitchen. She could whip up a five-course meal for twelve from an egg, two spaghetti noodles, some household chemicals, and a stick of chewing gum. Molly ... Molly once burned my egg. My boiled egg. I don't know how.