Heroism doesn't pay very well. I try to be cold-blooded and money-oriented, but I keep screwing it up.

We have now left Reason and Sanity Junction. Next stop, Looneyville.

I don't have a muse. I have a mortgage.

For the sake of one soul. For one loved one. For one life." I called power into my blasting rod, and its tip glowed incandescent white. "The way I see it, there's nothing else worth fighting a war for" -Harry Dresden

Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.

Your face looks like a sack of purple potatoes

I could buy that she would murder me in a fit of rage, poison me out of flaming jealousy, or bomb my car out of sheer, stubborn pique. But she would never do it and feel nothing.