Something like this will test you like nothing else," Mac said. "You're going to find out who you are, Harry. You're going to find out which principles you'll stand by to your death--and which lines you'll cross." He took my empty glass away and said, "You're heading into the badlands. It'll be easy to get lost.

It doesn't make you a monster to want, she said, her voice very gentle. It's what you do with it that matters.

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.

If you can't manage courtesy, try silence.

Bob wasn't precisely a friend to me but... I was used to him. In a way he was family, the mouthy, annoying, irritable cousin who was always insulting you but who was definitely at Thanksgiving dinner. I had never considered the possibility that one day he might be something else.

You don’t have to run faster than the bear to get away. You just have to run faster than the guy next to you.

I'm sure that you psychotic necro-wannabes with delusions of godhood are all about sharing with your fellow maniacs.