Jim C. Hines Quotes

I had said before that all stories were magic. It had never occurred to me that all magic was stories.

Those forced to make impossible choices are rarely loved. If it’s approval and reputation you care about, then you have no place here.

We all know Pastor Tom Briggs is a walking skidmark in a bad suit, and his congregation is a stain on Christians everywhere….
Freedom of speech is easy when it’s speech we approve of. The true test of freedom is what we do when people like Briggs and his ilk mount their soapboxes and and show their asses to the world.
Fortunately, freedom of speech doesn’t mean freedom from mockery and other consequences.

Copper River was a small, tightly knit town. If gossip was a competitive sport, we’d have been sending teams to the Olympics and bringing back gold.

Goblins didn’t pray. They had no use for gods, a disinterest matched only by the gods’ disdain for goblins.

Keep your enemies close, but your friends closer. That way your friends are between you and your enemies.

Power makes people believe they’re invulnerable.

Damn, Boss. See, this is why everyone likes it better when you're away on your road trips."
"Don't call me Boss. Also, staff meeting upstairs in the Wheeler room in 30 minutes."
"That's cold, Boss. What did we do to deserve that?"
"Keep it up, and I'll make you sit through a PowerPoint presentation."
He raised his hands in surrender. "Cruel and unusual punishment.

Everywhere I go, I meet men like him," Riana muttered. "Follow them into Straum's lair or let them toss me into the dungeons. They offer you a choice between hells and expect you to thank them for it.

He seemed to think that killing was something to be done only as a last resort. It was a strange philosophy, one that would take some getting used to.

Are you a doctor?"
"Better. I'm a librarian.

The most difficult part was letting yourself ignore the lies your eyes told. Eyes were like children. If they had nothing to say, they made things up.

Modern fantasy is little more than juvenile escapism and anachronistic longing for a time that never existed. I’ve never understood the appeal.

That's…that's magic."
"Pretty cool, isn't it? If I had more time, I'd tell you how it worked."
"He would," Lena said. "Even if you ask him to stop.

I wanted to bring the author back from the grave purely so Lena, Nidhi, and I could take turns punching him in the face.