#dresden

I'd been in hairier situations than this one. Actually, it's sort of depressing, thinking how many times I'd been in them. But if experience had taught me anything, it was this: No matter how screwed up things are, they can get a whole lot worse. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#realism #experience

There's power in the night. There's terror in the darkness. Despite all our accumulated history, learning, and experience, we remember. We remember times when we were too small to reach the light switch on the wall, and when darkness itself was enough to make us cry out in fear.... ↗

— Jim Butcher

#dresden-files #harry-dresden #jim-butcher #turn-coat #experience

Yeah, they look great, but that isn't a fantasy come true, Harry. That's a wood chipper in Playboy bunny clothing. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#consequences #dresden-files #fantasies #playboy #beauty

It took several minutes, and when Butters woke up, Andi and Marci, both naked, both rather pleasant that way, were giving him CPR. They'd kept his body alive in the absence of his soul. "Wow," Butters slurred as he opened his eyes. He looked back and forth between the two werewolf girls. "Subtract the horrible pain in my chest, and all the mold and mildew, and I'm living the dream." Then he passed out. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#dreams

They don't make morgues with windows. In fact, if the geography allows for it, they hardly ever make morgues above the ground. I guess it's partly because it must be eisier to refrigerate a bunch of coffin-sized chambers in a room insulated by the earth. But that can't be all there is to it. Under the earth means a lot more than relative altitude. It's where dead things fit. Graves are under the earth. So are Hell, Gehenna, Hades, and a dozen other reported afterlives. Maybe it says somthing about people. Maybe for us, under the earth is a subtle and profound statement. Maybe ground level provides us with a kind of symbolic boundary marker, an artificial construct that helps us remember that we are alive. Mabye it helps us push death's shadow back from our lives. I live in a basement apartment and like it. What does that say about me? Probably that I overanalyze things. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden #humor #death

There's a fine line between audacity and idiocy. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden #idiocy #harry-dresden

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

#harry-dresden #harry-dresden

Knowledge is the ultimate weapon. It always has been. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#knowledge #harry-dresden

Everyone dies, honey," I said, very quietly. "Everyone. There's no 'if.' There's only 'when.'" I let that sink in for a moment. "When you die, do you want to feel ashamed of what you've done with your life? Feel ashamed of what your life meant? ↗

— Jim Butcher

#life

Time after time, history demonstrates that when people don't want to believe something, they have enormous skills of ignoring it altogether. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#history #ignorance #ignorance