Top 100 Ann Aguirre Quotes
#1. There's nothing he can do here for me, but I hate that he left.
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#3. A new voice pops up on the comm, relayed from the station. March. "What the frag are you doing, Triumph? Who's at the helm? I didn't give clearance for a pleasure cruise."
"Can't talk, Commander," Hit answers smoothly. "We're busy saving your ass.
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#4. Y'did some backcountry doctoring. Right brave, that was. But her thigh looks bad, and we're a day out of Salvation.
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#5. I'd ask you in but I'm kind of sick of your face.
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#6. In 2007, I sold my first book, 'Grimspace.' It says it's SF on the spine. I believe it to be SF, though it's certainly written differently. I write in first person, present tense, and the protagonist is a woman with a woman's thoughts, feelings, and sexual desires.
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#7. At least you're taking action. Every big thing starts small.
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#8. Backed by a long, proud history of not-dying, I know when someone's serious.
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#9. Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn't fit anymore.
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#10. Stalkers lips curled into a sneer. "You won't make a move without him, huh? That's embarrassing."
"No," I said softly. "It just hurts because you wish it was you.
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#11. We find heroes, not on battlefields, but in hospitals that tend the injured. Sometimes I think it's easier to fight than it is to heal.
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#12. He tastes like sweet wine and promises [...]
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#13. His smile is too beautiful for his world, and I am dying of love.
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#14. Grimspace is a bitch mistress who carries unearthly delight in one hand and a crop in the other.
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#15. They say an interesting life leaves its mark on your face, and if that's true,
she's got one hell of a story.
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#16. The people I write are real to me, and basically, they tell me about their environments on a need-to-know basis.
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#17. A dress or a hairstyle wouldn't change a lifetime of indifference.
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#18. Hope is a waking dream," Jael quoted softly. "And it's the last thing to go. It torments you like a bird killing itself slowly against the glass.
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#20. There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn't notice that the heart is gone.
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#21. People are capable of incredible gallantry and terrible cruelty in situations of extreme duress. I tried to showcase that range in 'Enclave.'
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#22. When people stop writing down their stories, the soul of the world is lost.
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#23. I immerse myself in everything I write; I feel what my characters do. I suffer with them. I cry as I type, sometimes to the point that I can't see the screen.
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#24. We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I could count on him to keep them off me from behind.
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#25. People grew lazy. They knew too many blessings, and so lost the ability to appreciate what they had
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#26. Sometimes too much change, too fast, can be overwhelming. It makes you want to put things back the way they were, even if the old situation sucked.
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#27. There are shades of warmth from the sweet ember of possibility to the roaring fire that fills your soul.
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#28. If there had been another female for him since we arrived in Salvation, I needed to cut off all her hair and beat her half to death. The strength of that impulse scared me, and I took a step back. Deuce the girl was every bit as vicious as the Huntress, it seemed
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#29. I'll start with the Internet and work from there.
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#30. He is not the same person as when we
met, but ... neither am I. Time has refined us, but instead of pushing us apart, we're closer than ever.
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#31. I so enjoy it when people assume I'm stupid."
"Not that, just very focused on killing.
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#32. You don't believe that nonstick cookware traps of flavor inside and requires no oil?
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#33. I never belonged anywhere until I met you.
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#34. It's always been him saving me ... and I'm not used to that.
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#35. Maybe you can't save the world, but you'll never stop trying. It's the best thing about you.
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#36. Beyond, the unknown lay before us once more, and another impossible task. The four of us emerged from the earth and turned our steps west, toward the last hope for Salvation.
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#37. He cocked his head, listening, then whispered to the big man, "We've got a group of four, incoming. Don't scare them off with your stench."
Einar growled back, "I smell like angels at sunrise."
"Dead ones," a small man cracked.
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#38. Everybody dies," I answer. "It's just a matter of when and whether you do anything worthwhile beforehand.
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#39. Men can be very stupid. We cease to value what we have until it's gone, and only then do we realize the gold we glimpsed in distant hills pales as dross compared to treasure we had in hand.
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#40. If you don't tell me what's on your mind, I can't guess
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#41. Love sounded terrible if it made you so weak, you couldn't survive with out it.
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#42. But I miss the woman I was, even as I learn to accept the new creature I've become.
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#43. Too often, women are portrayed in two ways: as prizes to be won by men or as damsels in distress.
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#44. Suddenly I can't breath, can't figure out what the hell he sees in me, but I can't look away, either. And that's when I realize, his eyes are locked on mine. Until this moment, I didn't notice; I thought he was off in music land, but he's lost in me instead.
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#45. I shake my head, but I can't change this. I can only bear the scars, as I have always done, as I ever do.
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#46. But wishes were empty thoughts, cast down a dark hole. They didn't come true unless you worked for them. I'd learned that about the world, if nothing more.
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#47. It's easy to do right when everything goes right. But let everything go wrong, and see how difficult it becomes.
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#48. Not all love stories end happily. Sometimes they just end.
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#49. You don't know what it's like to be alone until you've had someone inside your head.
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#50. Sometimes I could almost hate you because you don't understand how much you mean to me, how dark and empty I was before. Solnyshko moyo.
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#51. I always know exactly where you are in a room", he tells me without looking round. "I know how many times you run your fingers through your hair. I know when you look at me as well as the precise instant you look at anyone else.
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#52. A divided heart offers a strange sensation.
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#53. His pale eyes blazed with the power of what he felt for me. The reflected heat warmed me where I hadn't even known I was cold. Then his golden, spiky lashes swept down, veiling his thoughts.
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#54. And I don't expect him to suborn his life into mine any more than I would change my dreams for him. We're not one soul, one being, however much we love each other.
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#55. Swear programmers code them to be annoying, pedantic little fucks.
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#56. But folks took for granted their blessings and often didn't appreciate them until it was too late to offer thanks.
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#57. I know just how he feels that it's come to this. Sometimes, love isn't enough, even when it's all you have.
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#58. Mother Mary," he breathes. "How you shine."
I shake my head. "The light is yours. Right now you can't see it because you sit in shadow, but all I do is reflect you.
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#59. I know you have bad news," I say softly. "I'm ready for it."
But that's not true. One is never ready. You just lie and say you are and hope you can take the hit on the chin without going down.
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#60. Beautiful. And ugly. The world is always both.
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#61. The ship shudders as we make the leap, passing into grimspace. Pleasure spikes through me, as if I'm taking a hit of my favorite chem. It sings through my veins, echoing the mad whorl of colors outside the view screen. If I had to describe it, I'd say it's like entering the heart of a dying star.
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#62. The whole world is like Whitewall's razors I burst out. It cuts us, and we bleed but there's no purpose to it.
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#63. This is my race, but these are not my people. I
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#64. I don't think I've ever seen your handwriting before. It's an oddly personal thing, isn't it?
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#65. I'm going to be straight with you... because this dance is killing me. Don't imagine for a second that I don't want you." - Ty, Chapter Five
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#66. He was the heat of a fire and the sweetness of the moon I'd only just met.
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#67. His reply offers infinite solace in a single word. Always.
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#68. This is not a love story. It is my life, and as such, there is love, loss, war, death, and sacrifice. It's about things that needed to be done and choices made. I regret nothing.
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#69. You always look so damn happy to see me," he said, low. "And it's like a fist in my gut, every time. I wait for it not to happen, for you to get used to me, or maybe you're tired or you had a bad day, so you're in no mood to shine, but no. There's always that smile." - Ty, Chapter Twenty-One
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#70. I remember when I was a kid, I could never find anything positive about chubby girls. If a girl was pudgy in books, she wasn't okay. She couldn't be happy or make friends unless she lost weight.
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#71. I'd never known it was possible to love as he did - with complete devotion yet devoid of promises.
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#72. Once exposed, a secret loses all its power.
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#73. This man's pure narcotic, delicious and addictive. Don't know how I thought I could walk away from him for good.
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#74. Caring too much could be dangerous; I saw that now. But the alternative was no better.
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#75. I knew exactly how he felt because I had walked in his shoes, wary and distrustful, unable to believe anybody could care about me without asking for something in return.
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#76. I lived in an enclave in which our oldest had seen twenty-five years. His face was withered, and his fingers shook when he attempted the smallest tasks. Some whispered it would be a kindness to kill him, but they meant they didn't want to see their futures written in his skin.
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#77. In the enclave, the strong and the physically perfect survived, but if you were strong, you protected the weak until they had an opportunity to grow into their own power.
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#78. What was the good of having such a fine home if you weren't willing to fight for it?
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#79. Sometimes it felt as if all happiness came at a price. You could never, ever, have perfection. Life gave you beauty so you could bear the pain.
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#80. So where are we headed?" "Since the near-death portion of the evening is over, I thought I'd take you out." He risked a quick glance at me. "That's okay, right?" I
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#81. I'd call for an escort, but I think it's ill-advised to reveal that my lover may have a psychotic episode if he's not medicated.
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#82. We can figure something out." My tone was soft, thick with threatening tears. Losing Ty and Sam would break my world open like a tremor on a fault line.
"No, sweetness. We can't."
Chapter Twenty-Two
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#83. You don't need to be afraid of falling // when there's someone around
to catch you.
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#84. I missed you. I didn't mean to tell him so, even if it was true. Admitting need felt like weakness; it demonstrated dependence and vulnerability.
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#85. You could miss someone, but it did no good to fixate on loss. I wished I had the ready words of a Breeder or the ability to comfort with a soft touch. I didn't. Instead I had daggers and determination.
That would have to do.
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#86. He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.
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#87. We're broken in complementary ways, thus rendering our damage comprehensible to each other.
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#88. Every army has a beginning, no matter how humble.
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#89. There's a reason I hate jigsaw puzzles. I don't have the patience to find all the border pieces, especially when they're all the same shade of gray.
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#90. Do you miss him?" he asked. "Every day.
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#91. My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you're so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash.
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#92. You take another little piece of me every time you open your mouth. - Ty, Chapter Twenty-One
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#93. Sometimes when you meet someone, there's a click. I don't believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click. Recognition.
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#94. How can you miss someone who's right beside you?
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#95. I had a respected SF writer call me 'girlie' and demand that I get him a coffee, before the panel we were on together.
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#96. To her, I was nothing, and she got me to the point where I didn't care what happened to me, as long as she was gone, too.
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#97. His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered
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#98. Pull yourself together. People among the living still need your help, and I haven't given you permission to quit.
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#99. I imagine the ones we've lost as ghosts who prowl about the edges of the light, waiting for us to join them. Sometimes that's terrifying, and sometimes it's reassuring, a promise of homecoming.
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#100. These are the results of public security cams at work, recording routinely those who come and go. Apparently, it functions as a wondrous preventative because nothing deters crime so much here as the fear of getting caught. Incompetence is the bogey that haunts all Bug dreams.
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