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.
Anger is just anger. It isn't good. It isn't bad. It just is. What you do with it is what matters. It's like anything else. You can use it to build or to destroy. You just have to make the choice.Cons...
God isn't about making good things happen to you, or bad things happen to you. He's all about you making choices--exercising the gift of free will. God wants you to have good things and a good life, b...
You're a cop. I need a doughnut.
You backbiting, poisonous, treacherous, deceitful, wicked, girl. If this works I'll buy you a pony.
The fire of my tribulations had not simply been pain to be endured. It had been an agent of transformation. After all that I'd been through, I'd changed. Not for the worse, I was pretty sure--at least...
The characters within a book were, from a certain point of view, identical on some fundamental level ‒ there weren't any images of them, no physical tangibility whatsoever. They were pictures in the r...
She held up her hand, palm up—another one of those gestures, their meanings forgotten by everyone except for long-term wackjobs like Dresden.
Same result, only I'd be steam-cooked instead of roasted.
Run away. Me and Monty Python.
Pretty please. With sugar.
None of my issues have included memory loss or unconscious actions, she said.Thomas squinted back at her. If they had, how would you know it?Molly frowned. Valid point.
My choices are measured against my own soul. Not against the stains on theirs.
Marcone's scum, but he's his own scum -Harry Dresden
Keep it up, wise guy. I'm always going to be taller than you once you're lying unconscious on the ground.
I wish I worried about my uncle's opinions, and had problems to work out with my mom. Hell, I'd settle for knowing what her voice sounded like. I put a hand on her shoulder. Trite but true—you don't k...
I was seducing shepherdesses when you weren't a twinkle in your great-grandcestor's eyes. I think I know what I'm doing.
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.
Hell's holy stars and freaking stones shit bells.
Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it.