Jim Butcher Quotes

I watched children dying. That will be the image that will stay with me.

Death straps me to the hospital bed, claws its way onto my chest and sits there.I didn't know it would hurt this much. I didn't know that everything good that's ever happened in my life would be emptied out by it.

It's kinda hard to be optimistic, When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted.

Blood and death. That moves me.

Behind every crime is a story of sadness.

Every day is a new sense of tearing my heart out of my body again when I see other children who have been killed, and I know what their families are going through.

There's nothing funny about violence. Death is a real thing.

I know what it's like to lose.

Was it hard? I hope she didn't die hard.' Sethe shook her head. 'Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard part.

Death is never easy when you know the people doing the dying.

Dying is a very simple thing. I've looked at death and really I know. If I should have died it would have been very easy for me. Quite the easiest thing I ever did. But the people at home do not realize that. They suffer a thousand times more.

Down in Denver, all I did was die.

When a man sees a dying animal, horror comes over him: that which he himself is, his essence, is obviously being annihilated before his eyes--is ceasing to be. But when the dying one is a person, and a beloved person, then, besides a sense of horror at the annihilation of life, there is a feeling of severance and a spiritual wound which, like a physical wound, sometimes kills and sometimes heals, but always hurts and fears any external, irritating touch.

This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As freezing persons, recollect the Snow- First-Chill-then Stupor- then the letting go---

I saw my own blood and I thought, how could I live in a world where this exists- where love can become death?

We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.

And then his noise falls completely silent- And he stops struggling- And looking right into my eyes- He dies. My Todd dies.

If I'm dead," he murmured. "Why does it hurt so much?

Death is not the worst sorrow.

That's the thing about suicide. Try as you might to remember how a person lived his life, you always end up thinking about how he ended it.

It's easier to identify with loss than love, because we have had so much more experience of it.

When my young men began the killing, my heart was hurt.

Suicide doesn't solve your problems. It only makes them infinitely, un-countably worse.

I never had time to think about my beliefs until my 28-year-old daughter Paula fell ill. She was in a coma for a year, and I took care of her at home until she died in my arms in December of 1992.