I put on the boots and kicked some monster ass.

I choose my battles, Dresden. Not you." She looked up at me calmly. "Let me put this in terms that will get through your skull: My friend is going to save a child from monsters. I'm going with him. That's what friends do, Harry.

You killed my dog! Get your affairs in order.

Like “love,” “hope” is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer.

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.

I don't know about your true form, but the weight of your ego sure is pushing the crust of the earth toward the breaking point.

For me chivalry isn't dead; it's an involuntary reflex.