#dresden

Shame, child, is for those who fail to live up to the ideal of what they believe they should be." She waved her hand. "It was shame that drove me to my queen, to beseech her aid." Her long, delicate fingers idly moved to the streaks of white in her otherwise flawless red tresses. "But she showed me the way back to myself, through exquisite pain, and now I am here to watch over my dear godson--and the rest of you, as long as it is quite convenient." Spooky death Sidhe lady," Molly said. "Now upgraded to spooky, crazy death Sidhe lady. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#humor #leanansidhe #molly-carpenter #change

The words first. Damned near everything begins with words. "I am," I breathed, and suddenly the ice was clear of my mouth. "I am Harry..." I panted, and the pain redoubled. And I laughed. As if some freak who never loved enough to know loss could tell me about pain. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#love

Evil isn’t the real threat to the world. Stupid is just as destructive as Evil, maybe more so, and it’s a hell of a lot more common. What we really need is a crusade against Stupid. That might actually make a difference. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden #stupidity #different

Of course Evil's afoot. If it had switched to the metric system it'd be up to a meter by now. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#evil

Most of the bad guys in the real world don't know that they are bad guys. You don't get a flashing warning sign that you're about to damn yourself. It sneaks up on you when you aren't looking. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden #molly-carpenter #evil

You predicted quick victory. Now it’s going to get hopelessly complicated. Jesus, don’t you know any better than that by now? ↗

— Jim Butcher

#optimism #pessimism #thomas-raith #victory

Sticks and stones and small caliber bullets may break my bones... Words will never, et cetera. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#humor #humor

Because nothing says flattery like a gun to the head. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#dresdenish #humor #humor

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

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