He is not the same person as when Hemet, but. . . Neither am I. Time has refined us, but instead of pushing us apart, we’re closer than ever.

— Ann Aguirre

Hey, that’s why they in­vented the In­ter­net, Germania. To talk about weird shit and down­load porn.

— Ann Aguirre

His smile is too beautiful for this world, and I am dying of love.

— Ann Aguirre

I didn't ask if he meant his rescue or the deal with Stalker that involved kissing. I couldn't resist pushing, just a little. "So it won't bother you if I find someone else?" His jaw clenched, and I saw the muscle move before he got it under control. "I thought you said you'd fight for me."" And /you/ said it's too late." I offered him a faint smile along with his watch. "So it's a good thing I don't intend to listen to you.

— Ann Aguirre

I get it. You'd rather have him, broken, than me whole. If that didn't clarify my chances with you, nothing would. But you can't have what you want either, Deuce. I can't be your friend, feeling like this. Give me some time, and then... Maybe. No promises.

— Ann Aguirre

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.

— Ann Aguirre

I'll always want him. Until every sun goes dark in every sky, until I am nothing more than long-forgotten cosmic dust, I will want him. And even then I suspect my particles will long for his.

— Ann Aguirre

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.

— Ann Aguirre

I’m not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. I’ve seen a chunk of the universe, true, but there’s still so much more to see. Furthermore, I doubt I’ll ever cure this wanderlust, and I’m content with dedicating my life to failing to sate it... He’s never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

— Ann Aguirre

I refused to show my fear, lock it down, Huntress.

— Ann Aguirre