I still can't believe," Michael said, sotto voce, "that you came to the Vampires' Masquerade Ball dressed as a vampire.

Got to die of something," Giraldi observed. "Might as well put back a few pints while you wait to see what it is.

I felt like I had just double-tapped Santa.

I mean, we're all going to die. We know that on an intellectual level. We figure it out when we're still fairly young, and it scares us so badly that we convince ourselves we're immortal for more than a decade afterwards.

There’s nothing that makes you more insane than family. Or more happy. Or more exasperated. Or more . . . secure.

Harry Dresden. Saving the world, one act of random destruction at a time.

I'm amazing and studly, but I have limits.