The only good thing about having your back to the wall is that it makes it really easy to choose which way you're going to go.

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

He’s being held prisoner on a ceramic-lined cookie sheet in the oven,” Thomas said. “I figured he couldn’t jigger his way out of a bunch of steel, and it would give him something to think about before we start asking questions.” “That’s an awful thing to do to one of the Little Folk, man,” I said. “I’m planning to start making a pie in front of him.” “Nice.” “Thank you.

Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead," I said solemnly, "and frosting of white.

Thank God for wisecracks.

Dammit, Dresden, if you want to know about me, wait for the autobiography like everyone else.

There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.