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„Jsi takový cynik, řekla Molly.
Myslím, že cynici jsou hraví a roztomilí."“

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

“Monsters are born of pain, and grief, and loss, and anger. Your heart is full of them.-
-"And?"
And it makes you vulnerable.”

“Troubleshooters?" Michael asked.

"When there's trouble," I told him, "they shoot it.”

“Nice try?” Butters said. “Mister, where I come from, there is no try.”

“I’m lost. I know every step I took to get here, and I’m still lost.”

“Tiny," Sanya rumbled to Michael, clenching a demonstrative fist. "But.”

“The past was gone. Nothing could change what had already been. Looking back at it, letting its wounds fester, indulging in regret was just a different, slower way to die. The living moved forward.”

“Thomas has the kind of whiter-than-white boyish grin that makes women's panties spontaneously evaporate.”

“I mean it," I said. "You're in danger."

"Relax, Harry. I'm not letting anyone lick me, and I'm not looking anyone in the eyes. It's kind of like visiting New York.”

“Worry is fear in disguise. And fear will eat you from the inside out if you let it.”

“Bob Here's where I ask why don't you spend your time doing something safer and more boring. Like maybe administering suppositories to rabid gorillas.”

“The mad rarely know that they are mad. It's the rest of the world, I think, that seems insane to them.”

“Let come the forces of night! We will stand!"
"We will get the hell out of here is what we will do," I muttered.”

“Life is easier when you can write off others as monsters, demon, as horrible threats that must be hated and feared the thing is you can't do that without becoming them, just a little.”

“The distinction between good and evil is meaningless if one does not have the freedom to choose between them.”

“Why is it that you’ve never got the least goddamned clue what’s happening inside your own head. Have you ever noticed this trend? Doesn’t it bug you sometimes?”

“There should be some kind of rule against needing to kill anything more than once.”

“She studied my face for a long minute. "Are you going to help my mom?" It was a simple question. But how do you tell a child that things just aren't that simple, that some questions don't have simple answers--or any answer at all?”

“I believe that there's a cloud for every silver lining,' I said.”

“Isana felt her throat tighten.
"We failed." Serai lifted her chin and patted Isana's arm firmly.
"We have not yet succeeded. There is a difference.”

“Five white candles surrounded my summoning circle, the points of an invisible pentacle. White for protection. And because they’re the cheapest color at Wal-Mart.”

“I like to think of it less as embezzling and more as an involuntary goodwill contribution.”

“Crows," Maximus breathed. "Was that who I think it was?"
"Phrygiar Navaris," Tavi said, nodding.
"What was she doing here?" Max asked.
"Getting humiliated, mostly. Especially there at the end.”

“Because Nicodemus is a murderous murdering murderer,” I said.”

“You are different. That does not make you less.”

“We all have our demons.”

“Harry Dresden: We still hadn't learned, though, that growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you're just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something. Each time, you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee. There's the little empty pain of leaving something behind-graduating, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. There's the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expectations. There's the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn't give you what you thought they would. There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life as they grow and learn. There's the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens.”

“Sanya, Knight of the Cross: There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.”

“Harry Dresden: Kincaid! Bolshevik Muppet!”