Many women have earned titles, Your Grace. It doesn't seem to have been a factor in whether or not they actually received them.

Smiling always seems to annoy people more than actually insulting them. Or maybe I just have an annoying smile.

Answer my question, Dresden,' Nicodemus growled. 'What is that?' 'A precaution against getting stuck in deep snow,' I said. 'He's training to be a Saint Bernard.' 'Excuse me?' Nicodemus said. I mimed covering one of Mouse's ears with my hand and stage-whispered, 'Don't tell him that they don't actually carry kegs of booze on their collars. Break his little heart.

Marcone's scum... But he's his own scum.

I like dogs. They give Mister something to snack on.

It was one of those moments that would have had dramatic music if my life were a movie, but instead I got a radio jingle for some kind of submarine sandwich place blaring over the store's ambient stereo. The movie of my life must be really low-budget.

Alone. It's one of those small words that means entirely too much. Like fear. Or trust.