I sometimes give myself excellent advice. Occasionally, I even listen to it.

We all must die. There is no better way to do so than in the pursuit of something you love.

You are a drug dealer. To tiny faeries. Shame." Sanya to Dresden

There's always, always a choice. My options might really, truly suck, but that doesn't mean there isn't a choice.

The door burst open. Murphy came through it, her eyes living flames of azure blue, her hair a golden coronet around her. She held a blazing sword in her hand and she shone so bright and beautiful and terrifying in her anger that it was hard to see. The Sight, I realized, dimly. I was seeing her for who she was.

Doroga thumped a finger against his skull. Head got nothing to do with the heart. Your heart wants what it wants. Head got to learn that it can only kill the heart or else get out of the way

Seedy wasn't a fair description for the place, because seeds imply eventual regrowth and renewal.