I know it's not thematically in tune with my new job and all, but I find it effective. Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day," I say. "But set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. Tao of Pratchett. I live by it.

The impossible we do immediately. The unimaginable takes a little while.

There should be a rule against your own inner monologue throwing around that much sarcasm.

You are a drug dealer. To tiny faeries. Shame." Sanya to Dresden

Magic. It can get a guy killed.

A man's magic demonstrates what sort of person he is, what is held most deeply inside of him. There is no truer gauge of a man's character than the way in which he employs his strength, his power. I was not a murderer. I was not like Victor Sells. I was Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. I was a wizard. Wizards control their power. They don't let it control them. And wizards don't use magic to kill people. They use it to discover, to protect, to mend, to help. Not to destroy.

We've both got into the blue beetle. He got into the red door, I got into the white one.