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61 " Nicodemus is a murderous murdering murderer... "
― Jim Butcher , Skin Game (The Dresden Files, #15)
62 " I eyed the spirit. “You know the name ‘Alfred’ is a joke, right?” It stared at me. A wind that didn’t exist stirred the hem of its cloak. I raised my hands in surrender and said, “All right. I guess you need a first name, too. Alfred Demonreach it is. "
63 " Doesn't matter how pretty you are. What's important is how pretty you feel. No one feels pretty when they hear "no" often enough. "
64 " This is what it looks like when someone's fighting for his soul," she said. "He needs his friends to believe in him. The fastest way for us to help make him into a monster is to look at him like he is one. "
65 " Sometimes, when I get bored, I stop and think. "
66 " Damn. Bob was kind of awesome. "
67 " Belief in a story,” Uriel said, “of good confronting evil, of light overcoming darkness, of love transcending hate.” He tilted his head. “Isn’t that where all faith begins? "
68 " There’s power in the touch of another person’s hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There’s a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands. "
69 " There are moments in your life that, when you look back at them, you realize were perfect. A hundred million things had to happen, to all come together at the same time, for such moments to come into existence -- so many things that it beggars imagination to think that they could possibly have happened by random chance. This was one of them. "
70 " Imagine Smaug’s treasure hoard. Now imagine Smaug with crippling levels of obsessive-compulsive disorder and fanatic good taste. "
71 " Because . . . fear is a terrible, insidious thing, Waldo. It taints and stains everything it touches. If you let fear start driving some of your decisions, sooner or later, it will drive them all. "
72 " I’ve had worse,” Michael said, his voice strained. He shifted his weight, testing the leg, and made a hissing sound—but it supported his weight. “Only a flesh wound.” “Yeah,” I said. “’Tis but a scratch. Come on, ya pansy.” He blinked and looked at me. “Pansy?” “Oh,” I said. “You weren’t quoting the movie. Sorry.” “Movie?” “Holy Grail?” “Nicodemus still has it.” I sighed. “Never mind. "
73 " Two million bucks would buy you a lot of ramen. "
74 " We headed toward the creepy old slaughterhouse full of dangerous beings. Which... pretty much tells you what kind of day I was having, right there. "
75 " You aren’t angry,” he said. “That she’s hurt.” “Like hell I’m not,” I said. “It’s coming. After we take care of her. When it’s time.” Michael grunted. “You aren’t more angry than you would be if it was me. Or Butters, here.” I grunted. “She’s not a delicate princess,” I said. “She’s a warrior. Warriors have enemies. Sometimes warriors get hurt.” I felt my jaws clench. “And then their friends even things up. "
76 " Yeah, I should probably eat more vegetables, too,” I said, “but let’s face it. That isn’t going to happen. So what’s up? "
77 " I turned to Grey again. “The point is, killing someone is almost never the smart move, long term. Sometimes it’s got to be done if you want to survive—but the more you do it, the more you risk creating more enemies and buying yourself even more trouble.” Grey seemed to consider that for a moment, and then shrugged. “The argument is not entirely without merit. Tell me, wizard, does it give you some sort of satisfaction to protect this man? "
78 " There was a ticking time bomb inside my head and the one person I trusted to go in and get it out hadn’t shown up or spoken to me for more than a year. "
79 " What should I do?” Uriel asked. “Sit,” I said. “Stay inside. Don’t put pennies in the outlets or play with matches or run with scissors. "
80 " Do you know my dog’s name?” “Cerberus,” I said promptly. “But everyone knows that.” “Do you know what it means?” I opened my mouth and closed it again. I shook my head. “It is from an ancient word, kerberos. It means ‘spotted.’” I blinked. “You’re a genuine Greek god. You’re the Lord of the Underworld. And . . . you named your dog Spot?” “Who’s a good dog?” Hades said, scratching the third head behind the ears, and making the beast’s mouth drop open in a doggy grin. “Spot is. Yes, he is. "