Jim Butcher Quotes

Progress, this great heresy of decay.

Life is one long decay, no? There's a lot of beauty in it. Like the patina in an old city.

A human being is a being who is constantly 'under construction,' but also, in a parallel fashion, always in a state of constant destruction.

Change is almost always negative. Things degenerate.

Everything good needs replacing

To repair the irreparable ravages of time.

If words fall into disrepair, what will substitute? They are all we have

One withers, another grows.

All things change, and you yourself are constantly wasting away. So also is the universe.

The man that is once hated, both his good and his evil deeds oppress him.

The essence of decay is inactivity.

The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover, Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank, Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burrs, Losing both beauty and utility.

I was ripe ten years ago. Now I’m merely preserved, and before long I’ll be buried back in the orchard with the other pits.” -Amanda to Jack

Into every empty corner, into all forgotten things and nooks, nature struggles to pour life, pouring life into the dead, life into life itself.

Beginning with doom in the bulb, the spring unravels.

Each of us is a seed, a silent promise, and it is always Spring.

I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece.

We are close to dead. There are faces and bodies like gorged maggots on the dance floor, on the highway, in the city, in the stadium; they are a host of chemical machines who swallow the product of chemical factories, aspirin, preservatives, stimulant, relaxant, and breathe out their chemical wastes into a polluted air. The sense of a long last night over civilization is back again.

I think God's a pretty fair guy.

Nothing lasts forever, not even the best machines. And everything can be reused. - Hephaestus

When the forces that hold it together go away, the body must fall.

When you stay too long in the same place, things and people go to pot on you, they rot and start stinking for your special benefit.

Rotten wood cannot be carved.

It's a bore - B-O-R-E - when you find you've begun to rot.