By the time we left college, I had become my own image: a dandelion in the flower bed of society. Kinda cute, but still a weed. — Anne Fortier Copy Share Image
“Shush!” said Ambrogio to the dog, “I advise you to hide, in case it is the horned one trying to get in. I know… — Anne Fortier Copy Share Image
Think about it. He drinks poison. What kind of man drinks poison? She is the one who stabs herself with his dagger. The manly… — Anne Fortier Copy Share Image
I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said, “at nine o’clock. Don’t open your door to anyone else.” “Not even my balcony door?” “Especially not your… — Anne Fortier Copy Share Image
...it is fifty percent what they see, and fifty percent what they think they see. — Anne Fortier Copy Share Image
In many ways, a degree in the history of ideas is the ideal training for an aspiring writer. — Anne Fortier Copy Share Image
Verona is a very beautiful city, but Siena just never ceases to fascinate me. — Anne Fortier Copy Share Image
“Juliet by Ann Fortier. The Maestro (Chapter5) ... the slight nausea he was feeling must be somewhat near what God was feeling every minute… — Anne Fortier Copy Share Image
Janice used to say that instinct was reason in a hurry; I was not so sure about the reason part. — Anne Fortier Copy Share Image
“There are some things," he said softly, "that a princess has to do alone.” — Anne Fortier Copy Share Image
“Happiness is the worst threat to my business. Dreams are what it's all about. Frustrations. Fantasies that never come true.” — Anne Fortier Copy Share Image
