Dresden. Am I interrupting something?" "Well, I was going to settle down with a porn video and a bottle of baby oil, but I really don't have enough for two.

I'm dealing with a lot of scary things. I think you have to react to them. And you either laugh at them or you go insane.

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

God save me from idealists.

I had to smile at the man. I mean, you have to smile at idiots and children.

No rest for the wicked, Bob, and that means that we can't slack off either, or they'll outwork us.

The door burst open. Murphy came through it, her eyes living flames of azure blue, her hair a golden coronet around her. She held a blazing sword in her hand and she shone so bright and beautiful and terrifying in her anger that it was hard to see. The Sight, I realized, dimly. I was seeing her for who she was.