“You're dead, son. Cheer is contraindicated.”

“You know the law, Dresden." "He who kills the cheer springs for beer," chanted the rest of the table.”

“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?”

“Man. Being mostly dead is hard on a guy.”

“For me chivalry isn't dead; it's an involuntary reflex.”

“That's the worst part about the walking dead... the stains.”

“It bothered me that he was right. Without Sir Stuart's intervention, I'd have been dead again already.That's right--you heard me: dead again already.I mean, come on. How screwed up is your life (after- or otherwise) when you find yourself needing phrases like that?”