If you can't stop the bad thoughts from coming to visit, at least you can make fun of them while they're hanging around.

I felt like I had just double-tapped Santa.

Souls, I said. I mean, you always wonder if they're real. Even if you believe in them, you still have to wonder: Is my existence just this body? Is there really something more? Do I really have a soul?Uriel's smile blossomed again. You've got it backward, Harry, he said. You are a soul. You have a body.

Death is only frightening from the near side.

There are old swordsmen and bold swordsmen. But few old, bold swordsmen.

Sullen monosyllabism, a sure sign of sleep deprivation.

Never let it be said that Harry Dresden is afraid of a dried, dead bug. Creepy or not, I wasn't going to let it ruin my concentration. So I scooped it up with the corner of the phone book and popped it into the middle drawer of my desk. Out of sight, out of mind. So I have a problem with creepy, dead, poisonous things. So sue me.