Thank God for imminent doomsday.

All right, you primitive screwheads. Listen up. I'm Harry Dresden. I'm the new Winter Knight.

An inferior sense of smell," Marcus said, as if absolutely nothing of significance had happened, "is distinct from being told that one smells unpleasant.

If I need you I'll give you a signal.' What signal?" I'll imitate the scream of a terrified little girl

It always shocked me how you could understand so many things and be such a complete idiot about so many others.

I'm so pretty, it's hard for me to think of myself as intelligent.

Thank God for imminent doomsday.