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...as nervous as a bird in a coal mine.

Jim Butcher

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Jim Butcher
Age: 53
Born: 1971
Born: October 26
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Okay, Kincaid said. Anyone have any questions? Why do they sell hot dogs in packages of ten but hot dog buns in packages of eight?
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Fear is bred from ignorance. So knowledge is a weapon against it, and reason is the tool of knowledge.
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I felt like I had just double-tapped Santa.
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We're all of us equally naked before the jaws of pain.
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Laugh whenever you can. Keeps you from killing yourself when things are bad. That and vodka.
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Let's sum up: an unknown number of enemies with unknown capabilities, supported by a gang of madmen, packs of attack animals, and superhumanly intelligent pocket change.
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I once lost five years listening to a Pink Floyd album.
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The U.S. isn't a perfect place, but it's better than most people have managed to come up with. And all my stuff is there.
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It rained toads the day the White Council came to town.
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He's Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull, with a big leather coat and a .44 revolver in his pocket.
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Alone. It's one of those small words that means entirely too much. Like fear. Or trust.
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Marcone's scum... But he's his own scum.
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We are not going to die. Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. We're not? No. And do you know why? He shook his head. Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die. I hauled on the shirt even harder. And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.
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Bob wasn't precisely a friend to me but... I was used to him. In a way he was family, the mouthy, annoying, irritable cousin who was always insulting you but who was definitely at Thanksgiving dinner. I had never considered the possibility that one day he might be something else.
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Have you ever felt despair? Absolute hopelessness? Have you ever stood in the darkness and known, deep in your heart, in your spirit, that it was never, ever going to get better? That something had been lost, forever, and that it wasn't coming back?
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