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I always have someplace else I’d rather be, even if I don’t know where that is, yet.
You don’t know what it’s like to be alone until you’ve had someone inside your head.
Caring too much could be dangerous; I saw that now. But the alternative was no better.
I so enjoy it when people assume I'm stupid." "Not that, just very focused on killing.
I never knew I had the power to hurt him, only that he possessed the power to hurt me.
There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn’t notice that the heart is gone.
Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought.
But courage wasn't an absence of fear; it was fighting despite the knot in your stomach.
We're broken in complementary ways, thus rendering our damage comprehensible to each other.
But it was like a dance across a field strewn with razors, and I bled with every step I took.
For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.
He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.
After people have gone, you forget their faults, and you recall the ideal more than the person.
I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises.
Too often, women are portrayed in two ways: as prizes to be won by men or as damsels in distress.
I couldn't help what I'd done before I learned it was wrong. I could only do better in the future.
People grew lazy. They knew too many blessings, and so lost the ability to appreciate what they had
His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered
You ever have that feeling? Like you’ve known someone your whole life but you don’t know them at all.
People need to believe they can make a difference - that one person standing strong can turn the tide.
Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong.
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.
My heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.
I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.
Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.
It’s easy to do right when everything goes right. But let everything go wrong, and see how difficult it becomes.
The people I write are real to me, and basically, they tell me about their environments on a need-to-know basis.
He’s worth fighting for, but I won’t change who I am for any man. No more than he should alter himself to suit me.
I am a woman. I write SF. And it's not acceptable to treat me as anything less than an equal. I won't stand for it.
My heart raced. He needs you, I thought. Don't let him down. I couldn't remember ever being so happy... or so scared.
My process seems to be unusual in the sense that I don't create worlds before characters. With me, character is king.
I had a respected SF writer call me 'girlie' and demand that I get him a coffee, before the panel we were on together.
We’re bound by chains of love, but they don’t weigh us down. Instead, they allow us to be bigger and better than we are.
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.
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.
But the world moves on, even when you don't want it to, even when change feels like the end of everything. It never stops.
I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.
Since becoming aware of the need to be inclusive, I've tried to make my stories broader and more representative of our world.
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.
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.
Each time Stalker called you 'dove', I wanted to hit him. Because you're not a little gray bird... you're all the light in the world.
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.
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.
Don't worry he tells me tenderly. It doesn't matter who you've been, who you are, or who you become. I'm with you every step of the way.
Yet sometimes being a friend meant letting people do things that hurt, like putting distance between you, just because it made them happy.
People are capable of incredible gallantry and terrible cruelty in situations of extreme duress. I tried to showcase that range in 'Enclave.'
A curve of silver hung amid the brighter specks; it looked to me like a curved dagger, pretty but deadly, as if it might slice the sky in two.
People try to make sense of things, and if they don’t know the answers, they make them up,because for some, a wrong answer is better than none.
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.
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.