I didn’t kill him because he was crazy. I killed him because he was making sense.[to Fred about Dresden]
Aunt Pol, when I was Michael’s age I’d killed a hundred men and seen a thousand die. If you want to scare that kid away forever, carry on how you’re going. If you want him to stay, let him come.
Your father loves you very much and would do anything to save you. But I love you in a different way. I love you enough to kill you.
You can’t kill murder. You can’t get revenge on evil. You can only begin to fight such things by not doing them.