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  • #1
    Jim  Butcher
    “We are not going to die."

    Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?"

    "No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.”
    Jim Butcher, Dead Beat

  • #2
    Jim  Butcher
    “Polka will never die.”
    Jim Butcher, Dead Beat

  • #3
    Jim  Butcher
    “Harry Dresden. Saving the world, one act of random destruction at a time.”
    Jim Butcher, Mean Streets

  • #4
    Jim  Butcher
    “They say you can know a man by his enemies, Dresden." He smiled, and laughter lurked beneath his next words, never quite surfacing. "You defy beings that should cow you into silence. You resist forces that are inevitable for no more reason than that you believe they should be resisted. You bow your head to neither demons nor angels, and you put yourself in harm's way to defend those who cannot defend themselves." He nodded slowly. "I think I like you.”
    Jim Butcher, Changes

  • #5
    Jim  Butcher
    “I sometimes give myself excellent advice. Occasionally, I even listen to it.”
    Jim Butcher, Ghost Story

  • #6
    Jim  Butcher
    “Karrin."

    She looked up at me. She looked very young somehow.

    "Remember what I said yesterday," I said. "You're hurt. But you'll get through it. You'll be okay."

    She closed her eyes tightly. "I'm scared. So scared I'm sick."

    "You'll get through it."

    "What if I don't?"

    I squeezed her fingers. "Then I will personally make fun of you every day for the rest of your life," I said. "I will call you a sissy girl in front of everyone you know, tie frilly aprons on your car, and lurk in the parking lot at CPD and whistle and tell you to shake it, baby. Every. Single. Day."

    Murphy's breath escaped in something like a hiccup. She opened her eyes, a mix of anger and wary amusement easing into them in place of fear. "You do realize I'm holding a gun, right?”
    Jim Butcher, Summer Knight

  • #7
    Jim  Butcher
    “- Did you really save the world ?...
    - Mostly I was saving my own ass. Just happend that the world was in the same spot.”
    Jim Butcher, Blood Rites

  • #8
    Jim  Butcher
    “Paranoia is a survival trait when you run in my circles. It gives you something to do in your spare time, coming up with solutions to ridiculous problems that aren't ever going to happen. Except when one of them does, at which point you feel way too vindicated.
    - Harry Dresden, Changes, Jim Butcher”
    Jim Butcher, Changes

  • #9
    Jim  Butcher
    “I'm trying to be diplomatic. The wisdom of my ass is well-known. If I didn't lip off to them, after shooting my mouth off to faerie queens and Vampire Courts--plural, Courts--demigods and demon lords, they might get their feelings hurt.”
    Jim Butcher, Changes

  • #10
    Jim  Butcher
    “Right,' Thomas said. 'Where are we headed?'
    'To where they treat me like royalty,' I said.
    'We're going to Burger King?'
    I rubbed the heel of my hand against my forehead and spelled fratricide in a subvocal mutter, but I had to spell out temporary insanity and justifiable homicide, too, before I calmed down enough to speak politely. 'Just take a left and drive. Please.'
    'Well,' Thomas said, grinning, 'since you said 'please'
    - Thomas Raith & Harry Dresden, Small Favor, Jim Butcher”
    Jim Butcher, Small Favor

  • #11
    George Orwell
    “The majority of pacifists either belong to obscure religious sects or are simply humanitarians who object to taking life and prefer not to follow their thoughts beyond that point. But there is a minority of intellectual pacifists, whose real though unacknowledged motive appears to be hatred of western democracy and admiration for totalitarianism. Pacifist propaganda usually boils down to saying that one side is as bad as the other, but if one looks closely at the writing of the younger intellectual pacifists, one finds that they do not by any means express impartial disapproval but are directed almost entirely against Britain and the United States …”
    George Orwell

  • #12
    Jim  Butcher
    “So really, it was just as well that Godmother had caught up to me, in spite of my best efforts to avoid her. I'd hate to find out that the universe really wasn't conspiring against me. It would jerk the rug out from under my persecution complex." -Harry”
    Jim Butcher, Grave Peril

  • #13
    Jim  Butcher
    “Thwart," I said. "To prevent someone from accomplishing something by means of visiting gratuitous violence upon his smarmy person."

    "I'm pretty sure that isn't the definition." Sarissa said.

    "It is today.”
    Jim Butcher, Cold Days

  • #14
    George Orwell
    “There are some ideas so absurd that only an intellectual could believe them.”
    George Orwell

  • #15
    Jim  Butcher
    “I was sitting in my lab, my hand spread open on the table, while the skull examined my palm.

    I'd worn a mark there for years--an unblemished patch of skin amidst all the burn scars, in the perfect shape of the angelic sigil that was Lasciel's name.

    The mark was gone.

    In its place was just an irregular patch of unburned skin.

    "It looks like there's no mark there anymore," Bob said.

    I sighed. "Thank you, Bob," I said. "It's good to have a professional opinion."

    "Well, what did you expect?" Bob said. The skull swiveled around on the table and tilted up to look at my face. "Hmmmmm. And you say the entity isn't responding to you anymore?"

    "No. And she's always jumped every time I said frog."

    "Interesting," Bob said.

    "What's that supposed to mean?"

    "Well, from what you told me, this psychic attack the entity blocked for you was quite severe."

    I shivered, remembering. "Yeah."

    "And the process she used to accelerate your brain and shield you was traumatic as well."

    "Right. She said it could cause me brain damage."

    "Uh-huh," Bob said. "I think it did."

    "Huh?"

    "See what I mean?" Bob asked cheerfully. "You're thicker already."

    "Harry get hammer," I said. "Smash stupid talky skull.”
    Jim Butcher, White Night
    tags: humor

  • #16
    Jim  Butcher
    “I kept a straight face while my inner Neanderthal spluttered and then went on a mental rampage through a hypothetical produce section, knocking over shelves and spattering fruit everywhere in sheer frustration, screaming, 'JUST TELL ME WHOSE SKULL TO CRACK WITH MY CLUB, DAMMIT!”
    Jim Butcher, Cold Days

  • #17
    Jim  Butcher
    “I stretched out my hand, adrenaline and pain giving me plenty of fuel for the magic, and called, 'Ventas servitas!' Wind leapt out in a sudden spurt, seizing the Unraveling and tearing it from Aurora's fingers, sending it spinning through the air toward me. I caught it, stuck my tongue out at Aurora, yelled, 'Meep, meep!' and ran like hell.”
    Jim Butcher, Summer Knight

  • #18
    George Orwell
    “If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.”
    George Orwell

  • #19
    Jim  Butcher
    “It came charging toward me, several hundred pounds of angry-looking monster, and I did the only thing any reasonable wizard could have done.
    I turned around and ran like hell.”
    Jim Butcher, Death Masks

  • #20
    Jim  Butcher
    “Smiling always seems to annoy people more than actually insulting them. Or maybe I just have an annoying smile.”
    Jim Butcher, Storm Front

  • #21
    Jim  Butcher
    “Star Trek?” I asked her. “Really?”
    “What?” she demanded, bending unnaturally black eyebrows together.
    “There are two kinds of people in the universe, Molly,” I said. “Star Trek fans and Star Wars fans. This is shocking.”
    She sniffed. “This is the post-nerd-closet world, Harry. It’s okay to like both.”
    “Blasphemy and lies,” I said.”
    Jim Butcher, Ghost Story

  • #22
    Jim  Butcher
    “She frowned at me. "You need some rest. You look like hell. And you're obviously tired enough to have gotten the giggles."

    Wizards don't giggle," I said, hardly able to speak. "This is cackling.”
    Jim Butcher, Changes

  • #23
    Jim  Butcher
    “I don't want to make her [Maggie] a target again," I said.

    Michael sighed patiently. "Harry," he said, as if speaking to a rather slow child,"I'm not sure if you noticed this. But things did not turn out well for the last monster who raised his hand against your child. Or any of his friends. Or associates. Or anyone who worked for him. Or for most of the people he knew.”
    Jim Butcher, Skin Game



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