All Quotes By Tag: Harry-dresden

“I’d made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters’ hearts.”

“I’ve had a tense couple of days. And I’ve got to tell you, burning someone’s face off sounds like a great way to relax.”

“That’s the problem with you nearly immortal types,” I said. “You couldn’t spot a pop culture reference if it skittered up and implanted an embryo down your esophagus.”

“If your opponent has you by fifty pounds, winning a fight against him is a dubious proposition, at best. If your opponent has you by eight thousand and fifty pounds, you’ve left the realm of combat and enrolled yourself in Road-kill 101. Or possibly in a Tom and Jerry cartoon.”

“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don’t-even-blink wench.”

“Regardless of what I think about Islam or Wicca or any other religion, the fact is that it’s a group of people. Every faith has its ceremonies. And since it’s made up of people, every faith also has its assholes.”

“Da. This is going very well already.”Thomas barked out a laugh. “There are seven of us against the Red King and his thirteen most powerful nobles, and it’s going well?”Mouse sneezed.”Eight,” Thomas corrected himself. He rolled his eyes and said, “And the psycho death faerie makes it nine.””It is like movie,” Sanya said, nodding. “Dibs on Legolas.””Are you kidding?” Thomas said. “I’m obviously Legolas. You’re . . .” He squinted thoughtfully at Sanya and then at Martin. “Well. He’s Boromir and you’re clearly Aragorn.””Martin is so dour, he is more like Gimli.” Sanya pointed at Susan. “Her sword is much more like Aragorn’s.””Aragorn wishes he looked that good,” countered Thomas.”What about Karrin?” Sanya asked.”What–for Gimli?” Thomas mused. “She is fairly–“”Finish that sentence, Raith, and we throw down,” said Murphy in a calm, level voice.”Tough,” Thomas said, his expression aggrieved. “I was going to say ‘tough.’ “As the discussion went on–with Molly’s sponsorship, Mouse was lobbying to claim Gimli on the basis of being the shortest, the stoutest, and the hairiest–“Sanya,” I said. “Who did I get cast as?””Sam,” Sanya said.I blinked at him. “Not . . . Oh, for crying out loud, it was perfectly obvious who I should have been.”Sanya shrugged. “It was no contest. They gave Gandalf to your godmother. You got Sam.”

“I still can’t believe,” Michael said, sotto voce, “that you came to the Vampires’ Masquerade Ball dressed as a vampire.”

“Ack!” I said.Fearless master of the witty dialogue, that’s me.”

“The man once wrote: Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger. Tolkien had that one mostly right.I stepped forward, let the door bang closed, and snarled, “Fuck subtle.”

“I think that men ought to treat women like something other than weaker men with breasts.”

“So. You get handed a holy sword by an archangel, told to go fight the forces of evil, and you somehow remain an atheist. Is that what you’re saying?”

“I died. I died and someone made a clerical error and I am in Heaven.”

“In the name of the Pizza Lord. Charge!”

“We have now left Reason and Sanity Junction. Next stop, Looneyville.”