Small Favor Quotes

“Caring about someone isn't complicated. It isn't easy. But it isn't complicated, either. Kinda like lifting the engine block out of a car.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Think of every fairy-tale villainess you've ever heard of. Think of the wicked witches, the evil queens, the mad enchantresses. Think of the alluring sirens, the hungry ogresses, the savage she-beasts. Think of them and remember that somewhere, sometime, they've all been real.

Mab gave them lessons.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles!”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead," I said solemnly, "and frosting of white.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Punctuality is for people with nothing better to do”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Likest thou jelly within thy doughnut?”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“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.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Likest thou jelly within thy doughnut?"

"Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead, I said solemnly, and frosting of white.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“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.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“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.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“I've always admired your ability to be unilaterally irritating.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Ha-ha! Ah-hahahaha! I am wizard; hear me roar!”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Hell’s bells. I don’t call him the Fist of God as a pet name, folks.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Right,' Thomas said. 'Where are we headed?'
'To where they treat me like royalty,' I said.
'We're going to Burger King?'
I rubbed the heel of my hand against my forehead and spelled fratricide in a subvocal mutter, but I had to spell out temporary insanity and justifiable homicide, too, before I calmed down enough to speak politely. 'Just take a left and drive. Please.'
'Well,' Thomas said, grinning, 'since you said 'please'
- Thomas Raith & Harry Dresden, Small Favor, Jim Butcher”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“You’re playing the creepy vibe a little hard,” I said. “Might as well go for broke, put on a black top hat and pipe in some organ music.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“As in 'The Three Billy Goats Gruff'?" The skull howled with laughter. "You just got your ass handed to you by a nursery tale?"

"I wouldn't say they handed me my ass," I said.

Bob was nearly strangling on his laughter, and given that he had no lungs it seemed gratuitous somehow. "That's because you can't see yourself," he choked out. "Your nose is all swollen up and you've got two black eyes. You look like a raccoon. Holding a dislocated ass.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Its amazing waht you can get used to if your daily allowance of bizarre is high enough.'......Harry Dresden”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“You can be as sincere as hell and still be wrong.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Gruff,” I said, “I find myself largely clueless about why mortal women do what they do. It will take a wiser man than me to understand what’s in a fae woman’s mind.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Keep it up, wise guy. I'm always going to be taller than you once you're lying unconscious on the ground.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“It turns out that Molly wasn't her mother's daughter in that respect. Charity was like the MacGuyver of the kitchen. She could whip up a five-course meal for twelve from an egg, two spaghetti noodles, some household chemicals, and a stick of chewing gum. Molly ...

Molly once burned my egg. My boiled egg. I don't know how.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“I followed him through the halls of the enormous church until we got to the staff's kitchen. He went to the fridge, opened it, and came out with a bottle of bourbon. He poured some into a coffee cup, drank it down, and poured some more. He offered me the bottle.

No, thanks. Aren't you supposed to drink vodka?

Aren't you supposed to wear a pointy hat and ride on a flying broomstick?

Touche, I said.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“We're always disappointed when we find out someone else has human limits, the same as we do. It's stupid for us to feel that way, and we really ought to know better, but that doesn't seem to slow us down.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Body or mind, heart or soul, we're all human, and we're supposed to feel pain. You cut yourself off from it at your own risk.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Kid. You just made the last mistake of your life.'
'God,' I said. 'I wish.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Well, I never been to much school, you understand, but it seems to me that you're assuming something you shouldn't assume... that God sees the world like you do; one thing at a time, from just one spot. Seems to me that he's supposed to be everywhere, know everything. ...Think about that; he knows what you're feeling, how you're hurting. Feels my pain, your pain like it was his own. Hell son, the question isn't how God could care about just one person; question is, how could he not?”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“I made a sandwich out of things. I'm an American. We can eat anything as long as it's between two pieces of bread.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“The characters within a book were, from a certain point of view, identical on some fundamental level ‒ there weren't any images of them, no physical tangibility whatsoever. They were pictures in the reader's head, constructs of imagination and ideas, given shape by the writer's work and skill and the reader's imagination. Parents, of a sort.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Kincaid, evidently exhausted himself, drew a gun, took the safety off, placed it on his chest, and went to sleep too.

"It's cute," I whispered to Murphy. "He has a teddy Glock.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor

“Tiny," Sanya rumbled to Michael, clenching a demonstrative fist. "But fierce.”
― Jim Butcher, Small Favor