Jim Butcher: Likeness (page 2)

“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.”

“This is what it look like when it WORKS?”

“Just like credit card companies, or those student loan people. Now there's evil for you.”

“Jump into an open grave? What kind of idiot are you?" Butters replied. "I might as well put on a red shirt and volunteer for the away team. There's snow and ice and slippery mud down there. That's like asking for an ironically broken neck.”

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

“Rest. Heal. Sleep. I shall most likely kill you on the morrow.”

“You? A Princess Bride quote?” I croaked.

“What is that?” she asked.”

“I like to stay cozy with my paranoia, not pass her around to my friends and family.”

“Pansy," Murphy sneered.

Thomas leered at her. "You make my stamen tingle when you talk like that, Sergeant.”

“This is ridiculous. I look like the Games Workshop version of a Jedi Knight.”

“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.”

“I do not need the written code of a spiritual belief to act like a decent human being.”

“Because nothing says flattery like a gun to the head.”

“Uh, the Council," I said. "Big shock, they aren't helping."

Murphy looked like she might be asleep, but she snorted. "So we're on our own."

Yeah."

Good. It's more familiar.”

“… you look like you fell out of a crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down.”

“Laughter, like love, has power to survive the worst things life has to offer. And to do it with style.”

“Harry Dresden: Some things just aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste. Wizards and television.”

“She gave me a hard look. "No one likes a wiseass, Harry."
"Are you kidding? As long as the wiseass is talking to someone, people love 'em.”

“I mean it," I said. "You're in danger."

"Relax, Harry. I'm not letting anyone lick me, and I'm not looking anyone in the eyes. It's kind of like visiting New York.”

“Bob Here's where I ask why don't you spend your time doing something safer and more boring. Like maybe administering suppositories to rabid gorillas.”