You know the law, Dresden." "He who kills the cheer springs for beer," chanted the rest of the table.

Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it.

I'm pretty sure lurking in a dark alley to mug me with your apology isn't the usual way to go about saying you're sorry. But I didn't read that Mars-Venus book, so who knows.

I let out a battle cry. Sure, a lot of people might have mistaken it for a sudden yelp of unmanly fear, but trust me. It was a battle cry.

Give it to 'em!" Take 'em down!" First Aleran!" Kick their furry--" Assault formation!

I think that men ought to treat women like something other than weaker men with breasts.

There're things we keep hidden from one another. Things we hide from ourselves. Things that are kept hidden from us. And things no one knows. You always learn the damnedest things at the worst possible times.