#file

Polka will never die. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#dresden-files

You're a cop. I need a doughnut. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#humor #stereotype #humor

Thomas barked out a laugh. "There are seven of us against the Red King and his thirteen most powerful nobles, and it's going well?" Mouse sneezed. "Eight," Thomas corrected himself. He rolled his eyes and said, "And the psycho death faerie makes it nine." "It is like movie," Sanya said, nodding. "Dibs on Legolas. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#change

Do you really think anyone needs some kind of notarized statement saying 'Dear Saint Peter, here's another stiff, pass him through the gates, signed, Father McGonnigill.'...'PS: He once had a hot dog on a Friday, but don't hold that against him.' ↗

— P. N. Elrod

#funerals #lady-crymsyn #religion-philosophy #vampire-files #death

Booya!" I shouted in pure triumph, the adrenaline turning my manly baritone into a rather terrified-sounding shriek. "What have you got for fiery beams of death, huh? You got nothing for fiery beam of death! Might as well go back to Atari, bug-boy, 'cause you don't got game enough for me! ↗

— Jim Butcher

#change

I did the only thing any reasonable wizard could have done. I turned around and ran like hell. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#wizard #death

I love lists. Always have. when I was 14, I wrote down every dirty word I knew on file cards and placed them in alphabetical order. I have a thing about about collections, and a list is a collection with purchase. (Wired Magazine, "Step One: Make a List", October 2012) ↗

— Adam Savage

#dirty-words #file-cards #lists #love

The curse of men can't make me defiled. I defile myself if I curse men by intention. ↗

— Toba Beta

#defile #heart #unclean #word-of-mouth #men

If you turn into a hideous monster and I am sent to slay you, I will remember this and make it as painless as I can, out of respect for you. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#funny #humor #lol #sanya #the-dresden-files

This creature serves you?" Sanya asked. "This one and about a hundred smaller ones. And five times that many part-timers I can call in once in awhile." I thought about it. "It isn't so much that they serve me as that we have a business arrangement that we all like. They help me out from time to time. I furnish them with regular pizza." "Which they...love," Sanya said. Toot spun in a dizzy, delighted circle on one heel, and fell onto his back with perfectly unself-conscious enthusiasm, his tummy sticking out as far as it could. He lay there for a moment, making happy, gurgling sounds. "Well," I said. "Yes." Sanya's eyes danced, though his face was sober. "You are a drug dealer. To tiny faeries. Shame. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#business