Life is too short, Harry. And there's nowhere near enough joy in it. If you find it, grab it. Before it's gone.

Survival was not enough. One had to live.

Many women have earned titles, Your Grace. It doesn't seem to have been a factor in whether or not they actually received them.

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. I'm going with him. That's what friends do, Harry.

There's more magic in a baby's first giggle than in any firestorm a wizard can conjure up, and don't let anyone tell you any different.

We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.

You're dead, son. Cheer is contraindicated.