I felt like I had just double-tapped Santa.

There's always, always a choice. My options might really, truly suck, but that doesn't mean there isn't a choice.

A bunch of people are gonna be mad at me, I’ve got some kind of medical issue that’s going to kill me in a while if I don’t deal with it, oh, and the island’s blowing up tomorrow and taking a whole lot of the country with it if I don’t fix it.” Thomas gave me a steady look. “So,” he said. “Same old, same old.

No rest for the wicked, Bob, and that means that we can't slack off either, or they'll outwork us.

Any time I’m not shooting my mouth off to a clichéd, two-bit creature of the night like you, it’s because I’m up to something.

It would require a singularly stupid man to go hang around in narrow tunnels and cramped spaces alongside a threat like that. "And I, Harry Dresden, am that man," I stated.

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