“God save me from idealists.”

“I choose my battles, Dresden. Not you." She looked up at me calmly. "Let me put this in terms that will get through your skull: My friend is going to save a child from monsters. I'm going with him. That's what friends do, Harry.”

“My friend is going to save a little girl from monsters. I am going with him. That's what friends do.”

“Harry Dresden. I'm on a mission from God.”

“- Did you really save the world ?...- Mostly I was saving my own ass. Just happend that the world was in the same spot.”

“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?”

“Harry Dresden. Saving the world, one act of random destruction at a time.”