Where is your unit?" Murphy asked. I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "Right where it's always been, dollface.

The distinction between good and evil is meaningless if one does not have the freedom to choose between them.

You know how confusing the whole good-evil concept is for me.

You need to know where to go,' Sanya said. 'Yes,' 'And you are going to consult four large pizzas for guidance.' 'Yes,' I said. ...'There is, I think, humour here which does not translate well from English into sanity.' 'That's pretty rich coming from the agnostic Knight of the Cross with a holy Sword who takes his orders from an archangel.' I said. - Harry Dresden & Sanya, Changes, Jim Butcher

When you die, do you want to feel ashamed of what you've done with your life? Feel ashamed of what your life meant?

People love dogs. You can never go wrong adding a dog to the story.

Kincaid, evidently exhausted himself, drew a gun, took the safety off, placed it on his chest, and went to sleep too. "It's cute," I whispered to Murphy. "He has a teddy Glock.