Jim Butcher
Jim Butcher
Jim Butcher is an American author best known for his contemporary fantasy book series The Dresden Files. He is also the author of the Codex Alera series, and the Cinder Spires series. Butcher was born in Independence, Missouri, in 1971. He is the youngest of three children, having two older sisters. He lives in Independence, MO, and has one son...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth26 October 1971
CountryUnited States of America
sandwiches submarines radio
It was one of those moments that would have had dramatic music if my life were a movie, but instead I got a radio jingle for some kind of submarine sandwich place blaring over the store's ambient stereo. The movie of my life must be really low-budget.
fun dark long
And I knew that there was some dark corner of me that would enjoy using magic for killing—and then long for more. That was black magic, and it was easy to use. Easy and fun. Like Legos
dinosaurs call-me fairs
Don't call me a dinosaur. It isn't fair to the dinosaurs. What did a dinosaur ever do to you?
pigs noses cows
Oh, what would you like on your vegetarian pizza?" "Dead pigs and cows," I said. She glanced up at me and wrinkled her nose. "They're vegetarians," I said defensively.
bulls coats red
He's Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull, with a big leather coat and a .44 revolver in his pocket.
errors heaven harry-dresden
I died. I died and someone made a clerical error and I am in Heaven.
family-and-friends cozy paranoia
I like to stay cozy with my paranoia, not pass her around to my friends and family.
insane needs bail
And you've got that look on your face again." "I can't help it, "Ehren said. "You're about to walk to breakfast, arn't you, regardless of who is in the way?" "Yes," Tavi said. Ehren sighed. "Let's hear it." Tavi told him the plan. "That's insane," Ehren said. "It could work." "You arn't going to have anyone come along to bail you out this time," Ehren pointed out. Tavi grinned. "Are you with me?" "The plan is insane," Ehren said. "You are insane." He looked around inside the tent. "I'll need some pants.
nice loneliness noses
Loneliness is a hard thing to handle. I feel it, sometimes. When I do, I want it to end. Sometimes, when you're near someone, when you touch them on some level that is deeper than the uselessly structured formality of casual civilized interaction, there's a sense of satisfaction in it. Or at least, there is for me. It doesn't have to be someone particularly nice. You don't have to like them. You don't even have to want to work with them. You might even want to punch them in the nose. Sometimes just making that connection is its own experience, its own reward.
point-break ego weight
I don't know about your true form, but the weight of your ego sure is pushing the crust of the earth toward the breaking point.
swordsman
There are old swordsmen and bold swordsmen. But few old, bold swordsmen.
insane pants tents
Tavi grinned. "Are you with me?" "The plan is insane," Ehren said. "YOU are insane." He looked around the inside of the tent. "I'll need some pants.
jelly doughnut
Likest thou jelly within thy doughnut?
fun bad-thoughts ifs
If you can't stop the bad thoughts from coming to visit, at least you can make fun of them while they're hanging around.