Being a wizard gives you more power than most, but it doesn't change your heart. We're all human. We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.

— Jim Butcher

Being called "dangerous" by a cat could mean a great many things, but it was generally delivered as something of a compliment.

— Jim Butcher

Being here? With you? I've met my subconscious, and he's not that sick.

— Jim Butcher

Beside me, Molly rolled her shoulders in a few jerky motions and pushed at her hair in fitful little gestures. She tugged at her well-tattered skirts, and grimaced at her boots. "Can you see if there’s any mud on them?" I paused to consider her for a second. Then I said, "You have two tattoos showing right now, and you probably used a fake ID to get them. Your piercings would set off any metal detector worth the name, and you’re featuring them in parts of your anatomy your parents wish you didn’t yet realize you had. You’re dressed like Frankenhooker, and your hair has been dyed colors I previously thought existed only in cotton candy.” I turned to face the door again. “I wouldn’t waste time worrying about a little mud on the boots.

— Jim Butcher

Billy squinted at me. "Why are you letting them go?"" Because they're real."" How do you know?"" The one I was holding crapped on my hand.

— Jim Butcher

Black Court vampires. I just shortened it some." Ebenezar asked. "Vampires. That's the problem with you young people. Shortening all the words.

— Jim Butcher

Bob, would you be willing to take on Evil Bob?" Bob's eyes darted nervously. "I had. . . Prefer not to. I'd really, really prefer not to. You have no idea. That me was crazy. And buff. He worked out.

— Jim Butcher

Bring it, Darth Bathrobe!

— Jim Butcher

But… all I said was that I was scared." After what you got to experience? That's smart, kid," I said. "I'm scared, too. Every time something like this happens, it scares me. But being strong doesn't get you through. Being smart does. I've beaten people and things who were stronger than I was, because they didn't use their heads, or because I used what I had better than they did. It isn't about muscle, kiddo, magical or otherwise. It's about your attitude. About your mind." She nodded slowly and said, "About doing things for the right reasons." You don't throw down like this just because you're strong enough to do it," I said. "You do it because you don't have much choice. You do it because it's unacceptable to walk away, and still live with yourself later." She stared at me for a second, and then her eyes widened. "Otherwise, you're using power for the sake of using power." I nodded. "And power tends to corrupt. It isn't hard to love using it, Molly. You've got to go in with the right attitude or…" Or the power starts using you," she said. She'd heard the argument before, but this was the first time she said the words slowly, thoughtfully, as if she'd actually understood them, instead of just parroting them back to me. Then she looked up. "That's why you do it. Why you help people. You're using the power for someone other than yourself.

— Jim Butcher

But I don't understand God. I don't understand how he could see the way people treat one another, and not chalk up the whole human race as a bad idea.

— Jim Butcher