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A house doesn't make a home. When the place has got history, family, emotions, worries, joys worked into the wood, that's when it gets a solid threshold.
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Jim Butcher |
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I knew what it was like to have holes in my life in the shape of people who should have been there.
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Jim Butcher |
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Hat up, go kill her. Problem solved." "Bob," I said. "You can't just go around killing people." "I know. That's why you should do it." "No, no. I can't go around killing people, either." "Why not? You've done it before. And you've got a new gun and everything."
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Jim Butcher |
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I mean, a lot of teenage guys fail in their first relationships. Not many of them murder the girl involved.
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Jim Butcher |
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More than that, though, it gained a definite spiritual chill. Malevolent energy hovered around us, slow and thick like half-frozen honey. There was a gloating, miserly quality to it, bringing to my mind images of old Smaug lying in covetous slumber upon his bed of treasure.
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Jim Butcher |
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Wizardry is all about thinking ahead, about being prepared. Wizards aren't really superhuman. We just have a leg up on seeing things more clearly than other people, and being able to use the extra information we have for our benefit. Hell, the word wizard comes from the same root as wise. We know things. We aren't any stronger or faster than anyone else. We don't even have all that much more going in the mental department. But we're god-awf..
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Jim Butcher |
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Professional Wizard Incinerates Amateur Vampire. News at ten.
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Jim Butcher |
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You think you're funny." "Oh, I know I'm funny. Unappreciated, but funny."
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Jim Butcher |
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The best way to keep yourself from doing something grossly self-destructive and stupid is to avoid the temptation to do it. For example, it is far easier to fend off inappropriate amorous desires if one runs screaming from the room every time a pretty girl comes in.
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Jim Butcher |
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Life can be confusing. Good God, and how. Sometimes it seems like the older I get, the more confused I become. That seems ass-backwards. I thought I was supposed to be getting wiser. Instead, I just keep getting hit over the head with my relative insignificance in the greater scheme of the universe. Confusing, life.
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Jim Butcher |
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The freaking Leanansidhe, deputy of Her Wickedness, with her Nietzsche and Darwin Were Sentimental Pansies outlook on life
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Jim Butcher |
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Sometimes, Hoss," he said very gently, "you lose. Sometimes the darkness takes everyone. Sometimes the monster escapes to kill again another day." He shook his head and looked down. "Sometimes, Hoss, the innocent little ones are murdered. And there's not one goddamned thing you can do about it."
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Jim Butcher |
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I've been a young man. Boobs are near the center of the universe, until you turn twenty-five or so. Which is also when young men's auto insurance rates go down. This is not a coincidence.
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Jim Butcher |
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In the void, there is no distinction of east and west." Gwen blinked slightly at that. "I know all of those words, and yet when strung together like that I have no idea what they mean."
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funny
proverb
monk
steampunk
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It's a shadelight," Grimm said quietly. "Some of my men put one up whenever I lose a member of the crew. To light his shade's way back to his bunk, so he can rest." "A bit heathen of them, I suppose," Benedict said. "It's a tradition," Grimm said. "Were traditions rational, they'd be procedures."
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superstition
tradition
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Then this," Grimm said, "is what I believe professional inquisitors refer to as a clue." "In my considered judgment as an occasional inquisitor for the Spirearch," Benedict said, "I believe you may be correct."
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funny
obvious
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I mean, when you think about it, jet travel is pretty freaking remarkable. You get in a plane, it defies the gravity of an entire planet by exploiting a loophole with air pressure, and it flies across distances that would take months or years to cross by any means of travel that has been significant for more than a century or three. You hurtle above the earth at enough speed to kill you instantly should you bump into something, and you can ..
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Jim Butcher |
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She is not a cookie. Neither is she a biscuit, a PopTart, Sweet TART, apple tart, or any other kind of pastry. She is my apprentice.
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molly-carpenter
pastry
harry-dresden
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Jim Butcher |
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33298b2
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You'd think as long as I was gambling with my soul, I would have thought to get Mab to throw in fifty bucks an hour plus expenses.
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Jim Butcher |
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it--I was pretty much equipped, by experience and inclination, for mayhem.
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Jim Butcher |
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Intentions count for far less than the consequences of the actions born from them.
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Jim Butcher |
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The Black Hole?" Grey asked, incredulously. "Nobody quotes The Black Hole, Dresden. Nobody even remembers that one." "Hogwash. Ernest Borgnine, Anthony Perkins, and Roddy McDowall all in the same movie? Immortality."
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Jim Butcher |
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Could just be Chicago. Which can be just as scary as Mab, some days.
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Jim Butcher |
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Magic is a lot like language: it's all about stringing things together, linking one thing with another, one idea with another.
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Jim Butcher |
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Same result, only I'd be steam-cooked instead of roasted.
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hellfire
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Jim Butcher |
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It. Wasn't. Right. No, it wasn't. But the world wasn't a fair place, was it? And I had more reason to know that than most people twice my age. The world wasn't nice, and it wasn't fair. People who didn't deserve it suffered and died every single day. So what? So somebody ought to do something about it.
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Jim Butcher |
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Love will be the downfall of God himself.
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Jim Butcher |
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God isn't about making good things happen to you,or bad things happen to you. He's all about making choice - exercising the gift of free will.
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Jim Butcher |
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Harry," she said. "What if we can't find out who is doing it in time?" "We'll find them," I said. "But if we don't?" "Then we fight monsters." Murphy took a deep breath and nodded as we stepped out into the summer night. "Damn right we do."
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Jim Butcher |
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Come with me if you want to live," I said. "Excuse me?" "No time," I said. "It isn't your fault, but you're into some bad business, Harvey. There's a woman with two hired goons about to come up your back steps, and they aren't here to sell you a magazine subscription." "What?" he said. "Do you have an appointment?"
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Jim Butcher |
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Murphy," I hissed. "Are you absolutely sure about this hair? That it belongs to Kravos?" If it didn't, the doll wouldn't do diddly to the sorcerer, unless I managed to throw it into his eye. "We're reasonably sure," she whispered, "yes." "Reasonably sure. Great." But I knelt down, and marked out the circle around me, then another around the Ken doll, and wrought my spell."
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humor
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And you think you deserve to join the ranks of real Knights of the Sword," Nicodemus said, his voice smooth and confident. "You battered, scarred, broken thing. In my centuries I've learned exactly what is needed in a real Knight. You haven't got what it takes. And you know that. Or you'd have taken up the Sword before now."
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Jim Butcher |
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As I pulled into the parking lot, I reflected that odds were that not a lot of clandestine meetings involving mystical assassination, theft of arcane power, and the balance of power in the realms of the supernatural had taken place in a Wal-Mart Super Center.
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Jim Butcher |
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I hurled my fear and my loneliness, my love and my respect, my rage and my pain. I made of my thoughts a hammer, infused with the fires of creation and tempered in the icy power of the darkest guardian the earth had ever known.
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Jim Butcher |
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Paranoia -- because why should the conspiracy theorists get to have all the fun?
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Jim Butcher |
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Thomas didn't want to go into the church because he wasn't optimistic that the Almighty and his institutions would smile on him. Like me, he favored maintaining a low profile with regards to matters temporal. [...] I knew how he felt. I hadn't been in a church since I'd smacked my hand down on Lasciel's ancient silver coin. Hell, I had a freaking fallen angel in my head-or at least a facsimile of one. If that wasn't a squirt of lemon juice ..
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Jim Butcher |
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your ability to comprehend your environment is very strongly defined by your belief in a number of illusions. Time. Truth. Love.
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Jim Butcher |
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I shied away from that line of thought, lest it bring up too many old memories.
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Jim Butcher |
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The campus police officer folded his hands and stared at me from across the table. "Coffee?" "What flavor is it?" I asked. He was in his forties, a big, solid man with bags under his calm, wary eyes, and his name tag read dean. "It's coffee-flavored coffee." "No mocha?" "Fuck mocha." "Thank God," I said. "Black."
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Jim Butcher |
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Some words have a power that has nothing to do with supernatural forces. They resound in the heart and mind, they live long after the sounds of them have died away, they echo in the heart and the soul. They have power, and that power is very real.
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Jim Butcher |
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I'm getting dumber by the minute," I confirmed. "Ask anybody."
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Jim Butcher |
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Some things just aren't meant to go together. Thinks like oil and Water. Orange juice and toothpaste. Wizards and television. ...
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Jim Butcher |
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The last thing I had expected to use that cleaning spell for when I had laboriously been forced to learn it was a tide of poisonous scorpion monsters, but any port in a storm.
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Jim Butcher |
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Everything's mine, Francis," she replied in a merry tone. "The only question is whether or not it knows it is yet."
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Jim Butcher |