Jim Butcher citáty

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„Jsi takový cynik, řekla Molly.
Myslím, že cynici jsou hraví a roztomilí."“

“Susan Rodriguez: Harry, have you ever heard of the paperless office?
Harry Dresden: Yeah. It's like Bigfoot. Someone says he knows someone who saw him, but you don't ever actually see him yourself.”

“Harry Dresden: We're all human. We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.”

“Harry Dresden: Pretty sure that Roman Catholic priests don't have peeps. Too trendy and ephemeral. Like automobiles. And the printing press.”

“Harry Dresden: The freaking Council never does anything quickly, and I had a bad feeling that tempus was fugiting furiously.”

“Harry Dresden: Tequila? Are you sure on that one? I thought the base for a love potion was supposed to be champagne.
Bob: Champagne, tequila, what's the difference, so long as it'll lower her inhibitions?
Harry Dresden: Uh, I'm thinking it's going to get us a, um, sleazier result.”

“Listens-To-Wind "Injun Joe": There is world that should be, and the world that is. We live in one.
Ebenezer: And must create the other, if it is ever to be.”

“Harry Dresden: 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: Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it's a big part, and sometimes it isn't, but either way, it's part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you're alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.”

“He who kills the cheer springs for beer.”

“Jared Kincaid: Thus interrupting it. Thus kablowie, thus death.”

“Life, Tavi reflected, seldom makes a gift of what one expects or plans for.”

“Harry Dresden: 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 the darkness itself was enough to make us cry out in fear. Get a good ways out from civilization-say, miles and miles away on a lightless lake-and the darkness is there, waiting. Twilight means more than just time to call the children in from playing outside. Fading light means more than just the end of another day. Night is when terrible things emerge from their sleep and seek soft flesh and hot blood. Night is when unseen beings with no regard for what our people have built and no place in what we have deemed the natural order look in at our world from outside, and think dark and alien thoughts. And sometimes, just sometimes, they do things.”

“Waldo Butters: Screw up my life?
[He stared a me for a second and then said, deadpan]
Waldo Butters: I’m a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow.
[He pushed up his glasses with his forefinger, folded his arms, and said]
Waldo Butters: Do your worst.”

“When I finally got tired of arguing with her and decided to write a novel as if I was some kind of formulaic, genre writing drone, just to prove to her how awful it would be, I wrote the first book of the Dresden Files.”

“Harry Dresden: A little humiliation and ego deflation, now and then, is good for apprentices. Mine sighed miserably.”

“The next time you interfere with me, more than smoke will interfere with you.”

“Harry Dresden: Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die. And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.”

“Harry Dresden: Death is only frightening from the near side.”

“Harry Dresden: Even a broken clock gets it right occasionally.”

“I'd never seen anyone go truly, old-school berserkergang, but that scream…It was like hearing an echo rolling down through the centuries from an ancient world, a more savage world, now lost to the mists of time. And suddenly I had no trouble at all believing her age.”

“I don't have a muse. I have a mortgage.”

“Harry Dresden: But there were some things I believed in. Some things I had faith in. And faith isn’t about perfect attendance to services, or how much money you put on the little plate. It isn’t about going skyclad to the Holy Rites, or meditating each day upon the divine. Faith is about what you do. It’s about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It’s about making sacrifices for the good of others—even when there’s not going to be anyone telling you what a hero you are.”