Top 100 Aguirre Quotes
#1. Earl and I actually didn't have much in common with each other, either, but we were the only ten-year-olds in Pittsburgh who liked Aguirre, the Wrath of God, and that counted for something. It actually counted for a lot.
Jesse Andrews
#2. Does God think that, because it is raining, I am not going to destroy the world? - Lope de Aguirre after going mad in the Amazon
David Grann
#3. He was was especially excited about Aguirre, the Wrath of God. 'Look at this crazy dude,' he yelled, pointing at Klaus Kinski, who on the cover is wearing a Viking helmet and looks like a psychopath.
Jesse Andrews
#4. Haven't already been drawn into her dark and addictive dystopian series, Ann Aguirre is the author of the best-selling Enclave trilogy. Bonus
book three, Horde , came out late last year, so you can read them without the interminable wait in between. In this
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#5. The plot of the movie seemed stupid to them: Aguirre and everyone were searching for a city that it said right at the beginning did not exist. They didn't understand that that was the whole point. They didn't get that it was awesome because it was so insanely meaningless.
Jesse Andrews
#6. He sucked in a breath like he had a hole in his chest. Something
Ann Aguirre
#7. I'm sure she felt rejected by Fade, but she hadn't spent long nights in the tunnels with him, or guarded his back when Freaks were determined to eat him. All she had to offer were maps, and he didn't need those forever.
Ann Aguirre
#8. This face. I could love this face. And everything about the guy that goes along with it." - Nadia, Chapter Eight
Ann Aguirre
#9. There are none so blind as those who will not see.
Ann Aguirre
#10. There's nothing he can do here for me, but I hate that he left.
Ann Aguirre
#11. There's always room in the heart for others, too.
Ann Aguirre
#12. I've heard if you pretend long enough - or maybe wish hard enough - faking normal becomes real. I'm counting on that. Until then, I'll carry on.
Ann Aguirre
#13. The smile kindles in his dark eyes before it reaches his mouth. With a wonder that actually steals my breath, I watch its genesis like a mini-sunrise lighting his whole face.
Ann Aguirre
#15. It's what you do that counts, not what you consider doing.
Ann Aguirre
#16. It's only the beginning. Chase me if you like. Perhaps, if you remain interesting, I'll even let you catch me.
A.A. Aguirre
#17. 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.
Ann Aguirre
#18. Life rarely develops as we expect. People surprise us, sometimes in unpleasant ways. They don't always react as we hope they will or want them to.
A.A. Aguirre
#19. Did he die well?
No, I thought. Nobody did. They just died.
Ann Aguirre
#20. I resolved, then, deep in my soul never to let him go. I'd be the one never to leave him. I'd prove to him that some things could be for always- that we could be.
Ann Aguirre
#21. This creature was evil and monstrous because we made him that way; it wasn't like he got to pick his origin story.
Ann Aguirre
#22. Science has proved there's nothing to the talk of ghosts and spirits, no proof anything like the soul exists. And to my mind that's an argument against the existence of an omniscient force. I think people believe whatever makes living easiest, and who am I to deny someone comfort?
Ann Aguirre
#24. A huntress never stabbed anything she didn't want to.
Ann Aguirre
#25. His face held a certain impassivity; you see it in all waiters and valets. They might want to jam a knife through your left eye socket, but you'd never know it from their expression. Working retail, I've acquired a similar look myself.
Ann Aguirre
#26. Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig it up, because that too was the only way.
Ann Aguirre
#27. Sometimes certainty can sound an awful lot like madness.
Ann Aguirre
#28. But the truth is, the longer you love the same person, the more mysterious they become.
Ann Aguirre
#29. Y'did some backcountry doctoring. Right brave, that was. But her thigh looks bad, and we're a day out of Salvation.
Ann Aguirre
#30. That face." He finally came around the table, closing the distance between us, and I knew, I just knew he was going to frame my face in his hands, as he always had. "How can I live without this face?" Chapter Twenty-Two
Ann Aguirre
#31. I'd ask you in but I'm kind of sick of your face.
Ann Aguirre
#33. You're clumsy. But it can't be helped. You are who you are.
It feels like the answer to a question I feared asking, like I've been searching every galaxy for this message.
You are who you are.
Ann Aguirre
#34. 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.
Ann Aguirre
#35. At least you're taking action. Every big thing starts small.
Ann Aguirre
#36. Backed by a long, proud history of not-dying, I know when someone's serious.
Ann Aguirre
#37. Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn't fit anymore.
Ann Aguirre
#38. 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.
Ann Aguirre
#39. Realistically, it's a risk, I suppose, but in this day and age, you almost have to choose between freedom, which can devolve into chaos, and security, which can become a pair of shackles.
Ann Aguirre
#40. I think my head's a minefield strewn with triggers, and maybe if I survive each explosion, what emerges from the wreckage will be me, really, truly me.
Ann Aguirre
#41. They're fooling themselves," I say. "It's better to deal with your shit head on. Life doesn't get better if you look away.
Ann Aguirre
#42. My body was a machine, plain and simple. I worked it to stay strong; I fed it to keep it running.
Ann Aguirre
#43. Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.
Ann Aguirre
#44. How many good soldiers will die, saving these civilians? And how many people will shrug later and say: That's their job.
Ann Aguirre
#45. Because I love you.' It was easy to say it this time now that I understood what it meant. Then I quoted his own words back to him. 'Not just when it's easy. All the time.
Ann Aguirre
#46. Some of the smugglers' vessels are former pleasure yachts, hijacked - and never renamed - out of some overdeveloped sense of irony or possibly...sheer laziness. You can never tell with pirates.
Ann Aguirre
#47. I'm finding that I'm working with more and more Latino artists, and that's exciting.
Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa
#48. People stay together and stay true only as long as they both want to. And all the promises in the world don't change the length of time. Nothing comes with a guarantee.
Ann Aguirre
#49. He's earned a lifetime of peace and happiness, but some people never get what they deserve. That's why there are saints in gutters and sadists in palaces.
Ann Aguirre
#50. 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.
Ann Aguirre
#51. I never felt beautiful unless I was fighting, and even then it was something that went beyond skin and bone into the kinetic joy of successive movements. Kick, thrust, slash. I never doubted Fade at my back. I never faltered.
Ann Aguirre
#52. He tastes like sweet wine and promises [...]
Ann Aguirre
#53. His smile is too beautiful for his world, and I am dying of love.
Ann Aguirre
#54. Grimspace is a bitch mistress who carries unearthly delight in one hand and a crop in the other.
Ann Aguirre
#55. They say an interesting life leaves its mark on your face, and if that's true,
she's got one hell of a story.
Ann Aguirre
#56. Some questions had no right answers, only shades of wrong, and people couldn't live in black-and-white. Sometimes there were pops of glorious color, and on other occasions, gray was the only visible hue.
Ann Aguirre
#57. I choose not to serve the Conglomerate as an ambassador, but that doesn't mean I've given up on humanity. Surrender isn't a word in my personal lexicon; there are other ways and means. If nothing else, Ithiss-Tor taught me there's always a choice.
Ann Aguirre
#58. Yet sometimes being a friend meant letting people do things that hurt, like putting distance between you, just because it made them happy.
Ann Aguirre
#59. The people I write are real to me, and basically, they tell me about their environments on a need-to-know basis.
Ann Aguirre
#60.
anger because pain would drown me without the protective shell.
Ann Aguirre
#61. Are you afraid of falling, baby?
No, I'm afraid of landing.
[He's laughing, and I'm smiling.]
Stupid idiot smile, don't you know what comes next?
Ann Aguirre
#62. Leviter smiles. There is no such thing as coincidence, my dear Jax. Only immaculate planning.
Ann Aguirre
#63. A dress or a hairstyle wouldn't change a lifetime of indifference.
Ann Aguirre
#64. I should've realized I needed to go all the way to hell to find my soul.
Ann Aguirre
#65. Does changing for the better absolve you of all the wicked shit you did before?
No. March fills my head like a warm glow. Instead you receive the twin delights of guilt and regret.
Ann Aguirre
#66. With my partner beside me, I fear nothing, not even death.
Ann Aguirre
#68. 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.
Ann Aguirre
#69. I've tried to be inclusive in my '2B' series. Over the course of three books, I wrote African-American characters, a paraplegic character, gay and lesbian characters, a bisexual, Jewish heroine, a multiracial hero, Korean and Chinese-American characters, and a multiracial supporting character.
Ann Aguirre
#71. There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it came from endurance, where the well ran deep and quiet. Sometimes it came from compassion and forgiveness.
Ann Aguirre
#72. There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn't notice that the heart is gone.
Ann Aguirre
#73. I think it says, 'Color will not fade.
Ann Aguirre
#74. I felt like the blonde in every horror movie who hears a noise in the basement and goes to investigate alone. Sometimes you smell the stupid all around you, but you step in it anyway.
Ann Aguirre
#75. Headlong is my natural state, not prudent patience.
Ann Aguirre
#76. Before he bent his head, I knew what he was going to do. Touch his lips to mine. Oh, and I wanted him to ... I stilled, hardly daring to breathe. The old refrain of cant and shouldn't sank beneath the weight of new worlds like please and yes.
Ann Aguirre
#77. You could call what comes next mercy killing, but it's not, really. There's no mercy in any of us. I just want them to stop twitching. There's
Ann Aguirre
#78. People are capable of incredible gallantry and terrible cruelty in situations of extreme duress. I tried to showcase that range in 'Enclave.'
Ann Aguirre
#79. I have had passionate kisses and fierce ones, kisses so sweet they tasted like pure honey and kisses that cut like knives, but until this moment, I've never had one that said both hello and good-bye.
Ann Aguirre
#80. When people stop writing down their stories, the soul of the world is lost.
Ann Aguirre
#81. I love the idea of writing these huge, bombastic characters; I'll stay in the superhero world as long as I can.
Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa
#82. Fine, let's have the "We're-safe-in-here-it's-INSANE-for-you-to-go-out" conversation instead.
Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa
#84. That's what I want without you running away afterward. I want to fall asleep and know there's no place you'd rather be.
Ann Aguirre
#85. 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.
Ann Aguirre
#86. Most people weren't aware enough to fear the things that could really hurt them.
Ann Aguirre
#87. Perhaps that was the point; life, if you did it right, meant learning and changing. If you didn't, you died- or stopped growing - which amounted to more or less the same thing. So I would slide in and out of different roles until I discovered the one that fit me best.
-Deuce, (183)
Ann Aguirre
#88. Musicals and horror movies are my two favorite genres because they're about extremes.
Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa
#89. I am drawn to Americana, and I am drawn to gothic stories, and I love American gothic stories.
Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa
#90. I always have someplace else I'd rather be, even if I don't know where that is, yet.
Ann Aguirre
#91. Men always want to be remembered whereas women realize that requires being dead.
Ann Aguirre
#92. 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.
Ann Aguirre
#93. People were mirrors turned inward to infinity, where all choices and roads not taken led to an endless shifting of self.
Ann Aguirre
#94. People grew lazy. They knew too many blessings, and so lost the ability to appreciate what they had
Ann Aguirre
#95. Age had nothing to do with how well my brain worked.
Ann Aguirre
#96. 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.
Ann Aguirre
#97. In a place like this, there would be petty despots. Factions. This was a sunless world where madness and depravity reigned.
Ann Aguirre
#98. There are shades of warmth from the sweet ember of possibility to the roaring fire that fills your soul.
Ann Aguirre
#99. Just ... love me, and let tomorrow look after itself.
Ann Aguirre
#100. 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
Ann Aguirre
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