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.

Rest. Heal. Sleep. I shall most likely kill you on the morrow.” “You? A Princess Bride quote?” I croaked. “What is that?” she asked.

Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead," I said solemnly, "and frosting of white.

Dammit, Dresden, if you want to know about me, wait for the autobiography like everyone else.

Pansy," Murphy sneered. Thomas leered at her. "You make my stamen tingle when you talk like that, Sergeant.

You killed my dog! Get your affairs in order.

Just like credit card companies, or those student loan people. Now there's evil for you.