My friend is going to save a little girl from monsters. I am going with him. That's what friends do.

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

Night wasn't so much falling as sharpening its claws.

The married thing. Sometimes I look at it and feel like someone from a Dickens novel, standing outside in the cold and staring in at Christmas dinner. Relationships hadn't ever really worked for me. I think it's had something to do with all the demons, ghosts, and human sacrifice.

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.

I always considered myself a loner. I mean, not like a poor-me, Byron-esque, I-should-have-brought-a-swimming-buddy loner. I mean the sort of person who doesn’t feel too upset about the prospect of a weekend spent seeing no one, and reading good books on the couch. It wasn’t like I was a people hater or anything. I enjoyed activities and the company of friends. But they were a side dish. I always thought I would be happy without them.

...you look like you fell out of a crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down.