As a whole, people suck. But a person can be extraordinary

Laugh whenever you can. Keeps you from killing yourself when things are bad. That and vodka.

Over the course of many encounters and many years, I have successfully developed a standard operating procedure for dealing with big, nasty monsters. Run away.

Some things just aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste.

We all must die. There is no better way to do so than in the pursuit of something you love.

But I am dead certain--ba-dump-bump-ching--that I'm the first guy to lead an army of spirits in an assault from the spirit-world side...and had them start off screaming, "BOO!

It would require a singularly stupid man to go hang around in narrow tunnels and cramped spaces alongside a threat like that. "And I, Harry Dresden, am that man," I stated.