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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
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Ann Aguirre
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: August 27
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Science Fiction Writer
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the United States of America
Ellen Connor
Ava Gray
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You don’t know what it’s like to be alone until you’ve had someone inside your head.
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Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist it for their own ends. I’m afraid of it now, right up there with clowns, close spaces, and open flames.
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We're broken in complementary ways, thus rendering our damage comprehensible to each other.
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I’m sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to.
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I'm not sick, Deuce. You don't know your own charm. My charm? I hadn't been aware I had any. It must be the dress, I thought.
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He was the heat of a fire and the sweetness of the moon I'd only just met.
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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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Survival feels like cowardice.
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Caring too much could be dangerous I saw that now. But the alternative was no better.
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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.
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He went in, lean and deadly, and ended the creature with a lightning-fast spike of his blade. It shrieked, likely altering the rest. The death call carried like a mournful song.
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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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After people have gone, you forget their faults, and you recall the ideal more than the person.
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Each love is unique. Special. Giving to one never takes away from another.
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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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I think people can be trusted to know what makes them unhappy. Maybe we don't always know what we want exactly, but we can usually say what we don't with a fair amount of specificity.
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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?
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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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Just . . . love me, and let tomorrow look after itself.
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I never knew I had the power to hurt him, only that he possessed the power to hurt me.
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