Jim Butcher

I'm so pretty, it's hard for me to think of myself as intelligent.

It was why no sane cat allowed kits to come anywhere near human beings. Humans seemed to feel that it was perfectly acceptable to teach kits to accept food from their hands as a matter of course, rather than teaching them the importance of hunting skill and self-reliance.

There was a sound like a human yawn, and then the skull turned slightly toward me and asked, 'What's up, boss?'Evil's afoot.'Well, sure,' Bob said, 'because it refuses to learn the metric system. Otherwise it'd be up to a meter by now.

Littlemouse was in danger, doubtless a prisoner, and the humans could not be trusted to handle her rescue with appropriate violence. They might be willing to leave someone alive, and Rowl was not prepared to tolerate incompetence where his personal human was concerned. He had just gotten her properly trained.

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

I'm brilliant as well as skilled,' he said modestly. 'It's a great burden, all of that on top of my angelic good looks. But I try to soldier on as best I can.

Children run everywhere for a reason--it's fun. Grown-ups can forget that sometimes.

See? This is why I'm not religious. I couldn't possibly keep my mouth shut long enough to get along with everyone else.

I died. I died and someone made a clerical error and I am in Heaven.

Now I feel like James Bond. Suave and intelligent, breaking all the codes while looking fabulous.

Coz,' he said. 'You really must learn to shut your mouth from time to time. You'll taste less shoe letter.

Magic. It can get a guy killed.