You don't take your cat with you to go bird shopping. Not because the cat isn't polite, but because he's a cat.

Thomas was an annoying wiseass who tended to make everyone he met want to kill him, and when I have that much in common with someone, I can't help but like him a little.

So?" Bob said. "Hat up, go kill her. Problem solved." "Bob," I said. "You can't just go around killing people." "I know. That's why you should do it." "No, no. I can't go around killing people, either.

And thrice do I say to thee...bite me.

You don't go walking into the proverbial lion's den lightly. You start with a good breakfast.

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

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