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.
Tavi looked wildly around the courtyard, and when his gaze flicked toward them, his face lit witha ferocious smile. “Uncle Bernard! Uncle Bernard!” he shouted, pointing at Doroga. “He followed me home! Can we keep him?
So really, it was just as well that Godmother had caught up to me, in spite of my best efforts to avoid her. I’d hate to find out that the universe really wasn’t conspiring against me. It would jerk the rug out from under my persecution complex.” -Harry.
If I stay, they’ll kill me... If I go, at least everything that wants me dead won’t be taking it personally.
I’d gone with my usual option. I was running through long tunnels filled with demons and monsters and nightmares, because it was easier than going to the gym.
Murphy nodded, frowning at the road ahead of her. “The reason treachery is so reveiled,” she said in a careful tone of voice, “is because it usually comes from someone you didn’t think could possibly do such a thing.
Marcone’s scum, but he’s his own scum” -Harry Dresden.
I’d hate to find out that the universe really wasn’t conspiring against me. It would jerk the rug out from under my persecution complex.
You destroy buildings, fight monsters openly in the streets of the city, work with the police, show up in newspapers, advertise in the phone book, and ride zombie dinosaurs down Michigan Avenue, and think that you work in the shadows? Be reasonable.
I finished the beer and sighed. “Arrogance,” I said. “I feel stupid.” “Good,” Michael said. “It’s good for everyone to feel that way sometimes. It helps remind you how much you still have to learn.
No,” she said. “You are not Patrick Swayze. I am not Demi Moore.” She touched a switch on the little box and it started ticking. “And this sure as hell isn’t pottery class.
That was the damnedest thing about these demonic collaborator types. Even though they didn’t work out and practice, they still got to run faster than we dedicated roadsters who actually sweated and strained for our ability to haul ass. Jerks.
My wallet was getting even more anorexic than usual. At this rate I wouldn’t be able to afford to protect mankind from the perils of black magic. Hells bells, that would be really embarrassing.
You need a prostate to understand,” I said.
We had reached the doors to my suite, which still felt awkward to say, even in my own head. My suite. Guys like me don’t have suites. We have lairs.
No one was standing in the shadows smoking a cigarette or looking about with a shifty-eyed gaze. I couldn’t see anyone quickly hiding a bloody knife behind his back or twirling a moustache, either. That ruled out the Dudley Do-Right approach to finding the killer.
The stupid part is that he isn’t interested in... in getting serious. We get along. We have fun together. For him, that’s enough. And it’s so stupid for me to get hung up on him.
Stop learning, start dying.
Lots of things are more than what they seem in a purely physical sense.
My imagination needs therapy.