My brother the vampire, whose kiss was a slow death sentence, had a stable and loving relationship with a girl who was crazy about him. By contrast, I could barely talk to a woman, at least about anything pertaining to a relationship. Given that my only long-term girlfriends had faked their own death, died, and broken free of enslaving enchantments to end the relationship, the empirical evidence seemed to indicate that he knew something I didn't. Keep your life tonight, Harry. Complicate it tomorrow.
Jim ButcherThe mad rarely know that they are mad. It's the rest of the world, I think, that seems insane to them.
Jim ButcherAnd I knew that there was some dark corner of me that would enjoy using magic for killingโand then long for more. That was black magic, and it was easy to use. Easy and fun. Like Legos
Jim ButcherIโve often wished that I had some suave and socially acceptable hobby that I could fall back on in times like this. You know, play the violin (or was it the viola) like Sherlock Holmes, or maybe twiddle away on the pipe organ like the Disney version of Captain Nemo. But I donโt. Iโm sort of the arcane equivalent of a classic computer geek. I do magic, in one form or another, and thatโs pretty much it. I really need to get a life, one of these days
Jim Butcher