So. You get handed a holy sword by an archangel, told to go fight the forces of evil, and you somehow remain an atheist. Is that what you're saying?

You must be Warden Ramirez." This is the part where I got nervous. Ramirez loved women. Ramirez never shut up about women. Well, he never shut up about anything in general, but he'd go on and on about various conquests and feats of sexual athleticism and— "A virgin?" Lara blurted. Lara blurted. She turned her head to me, grey eyes several shades paler than they had been, and very wide. "Really, Harry, I'm not sure what to say. Is he a present?

I've always felt that the best whips and chains are in the mind. With a little creativity, the physical ones are hardly necessary.

Mister Dresden is a diplomatically challenged individual. He should be in a shelter for the tactless.

All of those faeries and duels and mad queens and so on, and no one quoted old Billy Shakespeare. Not even once.

You don’t have to run faster than the bear to get away. You just have to run faster than the guy next to you.

It's all right to be afraid. You just don't let it stop you from doing your job.