Skin Game (The Dresden Files, #15)

by Jim Butcher

The dead don’t need justice. That’s for those of us who are left looking down at the remains.

“All of you, hear me,” Michael said quietly. He turned and stood between them—Fallen angels and monsters and scoundrels and mortal fiends—and me. “You think your power is what shapes the world you walk in. But that is an illusion. Your choices shape your world. You think your power will protect you from the consequences of those choices. But you are wrong. You create your own rewards. There is a Judge. There is Justice in this world. And one day you will receive what you have earned. Choose carefully.”

Hope lets you do things you would otherwise never be able to do, gives strength when everything is darkest.

There are moments in your life that, when you look back at them, you realize were perfect. A hundred million things had to happen, to all come together at the same time, for such moments to come into existence—so many things that it beggars imagination to think that they could possibly have happened by random chance.

“Home is where, when you go there and tell people to get out, they have to leave.”