I put the ick in magic.

I know it's not thematically in tune with my new job and all, but I find it effective. Build a man a fire and he's warm for a day," I say. "But set a man on fire and he's warm for the rest of his life. Tao of Pratchett. I live by it.

Magic comes from what is inside you. It is a part of you. You can't weave together a spell that you don't beleive in.

Harry," Bob drawled, his eye lights flickering smugly, "what you know about women, I could juggle.

Sheep can befriend a hungry wolf only for briefly.

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.

Time after time, history demonstrates that when people don't want to believe something, they have enormous skills of ignoring it altogether.