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
magic together spells
Magic comes from what is inside you. It is a part of you. You can't weave together a spell that you don't beleive in.
laughter laughing stupidity
Laughter is good for you. Nine out of ten stand-up comedians recommend laughter in the face of intense stupidity.
stars war lying
Star Trek?” I asked her. “Really?” “What?” she demanded, bending unnaturally black eyebrows together. “There are two kinds of people in the universe, Molly,” I said. “Star Trek fans and Star Wars fans. This is shocking.” She sniffed. “This is the post-nerd-closet world, Harry. It’s okay to like both.” “Blasphemy and lies,” I said.
weapons has-beens ultimate
Knowledge is the ultimate weapon. It always has been.
family home insane
There’s nothing that makes you more insane than family. Or more happy. Or more exasperated. Or more . . . secure.
laughter laughing sanity
Laugh whenever you can. Keeps you from killing yourself when things are bad. That and vodka.
memories stones pants
I had a vague memory of being that ridiculous at one time. Let he who hath never worn parachute pants cast the first stone.
next sanity reason
We have now left Reason and Sanity Junction. Next stop, Looneyville.
believe skills people
Time after time, history demonstrates that when people don't want to believe something, they have enormous skills of ignoring it altogether.
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.
friday fun rip
My head was throbbing, and my hands were shaking, but I went down the ladder to my workroom - and started figuring out how to rip someone's heart out of his chest from fifty miles away. Who says I never do anything fun on a Friday night?
worst knows
There're things we keep hidden from one another. Things we hide from ourselves. Things that are kept hidden from us. And things no one knows. You always learn the damnedest things at the worst possible times.
dog people stories
People love dogs. You can never go wrong adding a dog to the story.
children boys blood
Do you want your blood to stay where it is sochar-lar?" Tavi lifted both eyebrows at the unfamiliar word, and glanced at Varg. "Monkey," Varg supplied, in Aleran. "And male-child." "He called me monkey boy?" Tavi asked.