Jim Butcher

Molly Carpenter: Wrote the Laws of Magic, founded the White Council, was custodian of one of the Swords and established a stronghold for the Council, too. He must have been something else.

Harry Dresden: He must have been a real bastard. Guys who get their name splashed all over history and folklore don't tend to be Boy Scout troop leaders.

Molly Carpenter: You're such a cynic.

Harry Dresden: I think cynics are playful and cute.

Sanya, Knight of the Cross: Laugh whenever you can. Keeps you from killing yourself when things are bad. That and vodka.

Harry Dresden: That's Doctor Smart-ass. I didn't spend eight years in insult college to be called Mister.

Harry Dresden: But there were some things I believed in. Some things I had faith in. And faith isn’t about perfect attendance to services, or how much money you put on the little plate. It isn’t about going skyclad to the Holy Rites, or meditating each day upon the divine. Faith is about what you do. It’s about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It’s about making sacrifices for the good of others—even when there’s not going to be anyone telling you what a hero you are.

Harry Dresden: You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles!

Harry Dresden: We're all human. We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.

Harry Dresden: Dresden Taxidermy. You snuff it, we'll stuff it.

Harry Dresden/Waldo Butters: Polka will never die!

Harry Dresden: Tonight you will be visited by three spirits, the ghosts of indictment past, present and future. They will teach you the true meaning of "you are still a scumbag criminal."

Harry Dresden: Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it's a big part, and sometimes it isn't, but either way, it's part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you're alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.

Waldo Butters: Screw up my life?

[He stared at me for a second and then said, deadpan]

Waldo Butters: I’m a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow.

[He pushed up his glasses with his forefinger, folded his arms, and said]

Waldo Butters: Do your worst.

Carlos Ramirez: Everyone else who lets me ride on their dinosaur calls me Carlos.