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“Chili dogs, funnel cakes, fried bread, majorly greasy pizza, candy apples, ye gods. Evil food smells amazing -- which is either proof that there is a Satan or some equivalent out there, or that the Almighty doesn't actually want everyone to eat organic tofu all the time. I can't decide.”
― Jim Butcher, Side Jobs

“Parkour,” I panted. “Bitch.”
― Jim Butcher, Skin Game

“Booya!" I drunkenly howled from the ground. I choked a little on the dust as I staggered back to my feet, my heart pounding, my whole body alive with strain and adrenaline. I stabbed a pointing finger toward the impact crater. "That's right! Who just rocked your face? Harry fucking Dresden! That's who!”
― Jim Butcher, Ghost Story

“My name is Harry Dresden," I said.

Fitz stumbled. "Holy shit," he said. "Like...that Harry Dresden? The professional wizard?"

"The one and only."

He recovered his pace and shook his head. "I heard you were dead."

"Well, yeah," I said, "but I'm taking it in stride.”
― Jim Butcher, Ghost Story