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“We have now left Reason and Sanity Junction. Next stop, Looneyville.”
― Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

“I have nightmares about hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you.”
― Jim Butcher, Vignette

“All right. Tell me what I'm looking at."

From the improvised Rolling Stones T-shirt bag tied to my sash, Bob the Skull said, in his most caustic voice, "A giant pair of cartoon lips."

I muttered a curse and fumbled with the shirt until one of the skull's glowing orange eye sockets was visible.

A big goofy magic nerd!" Bob said.”
― Jim Butcher, Changes

“I was seducing shepherdesses when you weren't a twinkle in your great-grandcestor's eyes. I think I know what I'm doing.”
― Jim Butcher, Storm Front

“Epic sex?" I sputtered. "By what standards, precisely, is sex judged to be epic?"

"And tons and tons of mortal simps like you used as pawns." Bob sighed happily, ignoring my question. "There are no words. It was like the Lord of the Rings and All My Children made a baby with the Macho Man Randy Savage and a Whac-A-Mole machine.”
― Jim Butcher, Ghost Story

“Rip her dress off!” Bob shouted. Bob the Skull takes paperback romances very seriously. The next page turned so quickly that he tore the paper a little. Bob is even harder on books than I am.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Bob hollered, as more pages turned.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Back to my apartment? The FBI is there just waiting to slap handcuffs on me."
"Well then I guess you shouldn't have decided to become a terrorist, Harry!"
"Hey, I never--"
Bob raised his voice and shouted toward the centipedes, "I'm not with him!”
― Jim Butcher, Changes

“I'm getting my ass kicked by tiny faeries!" I shouted back, fumbling to start the car. "They've got my freaking number!"

"Run away!" Bob giggled. "Run away! Tiny faeries!"

growled in frustration and popped the Redcap's hat down over Bob. "Stop being a jerk. This is serious."

Bob's voice was only barely muffled. It sounded like he couldn't breathe. "Serious! Tiny! Faeries! The m-m- mighty wizard Dresden!”
― Jim Butcher, Cold Days

“That's so typical. You won't steal a baby, but you're too lazy to conjugate.”
― Jim Butcher, Summer Knight

“She is not a cookie. Neither is she a biscuit, a PopTart, Sweet TART, apple tart, or any other kind of pastry. She is my apprentice.”
― Jim Butcher, White Night

“Andi's eyes widened. "Bob. . .is it really him?"
"Yes, but he works for the bad guys now," Bob said. "It's probably safest to shoot him.”
― Jim Butcher, Cold Days

“You know what, Harry, I don't think this is a garden at all!"
"Genius.”
― Jim Butcher, Changes