This is ridiculous. I look like the Games Workshop version of a Jedi Knight.

No matter where you go, there you are. (Uriel to Harry Dresden)

Alone. It's one of those small words that means entirely too much. Like fear. Or trust.

My brother the vampire, whose kiss was a slow death sentence, had a stable and loving relationship with a girl who was crazy about him. By contrast, I could barely talk to a woman, at least about anything pertaining to a relationship. Given that my only long-term girlfriends had faked their own death, died, and broken free of enslaving enchantments to end the relationship, the empirical evidence seemed to indicate that he knew something I didn't. Keep your life tonight, Harry. Complicate it tomorrow.

Keep it up, wise guy. I'm always going to be taller than you once you're lying unconscious on the ground.

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

Maybe my values are outdated, but I come from an old school of thought. I think that men ought to treat women like something other than just shorter, weaker men with breasts. Try and convict me if I’m a bad person for thinking so. I enjoy treating a woman like a lady, opening doors for her, paying for shared meals, giving flowers–all that sort of thing.