“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
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
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
...it is fifty percent what they see, and fifty percent what they think they see. — Anne Fortier Copy Share
In many ways, a degree in the history of ideas is the ideal training for an aspiring writer. — Anne Fortier Copy Share
Verona is a very beautiful city, but Siena just never ceases to fascinate me. — Anne Fortier Copy Share
“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
Janice used to say that instinct was reason in a hurry; I was not so sure about the reason part. — Anne Fortier Copy Share
“There are some things," he said softly, "that a princess has to do alone.” — Anne Fortier Copy Share
“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
We are all cups, and our destiny is poured according to measures we cannot understand, cannot influence. — Anne Fortier Copy Share
“The Salimbeni genes,” I observed, rolling my eyes, “are yet again rearing their ugly head. Let me guess, if we were married, you would… — Anne Fortier Copy Share
While at Oxford in 1999, I met Jonathan Fortier, who is a Montreal-born Canadian. Despite the challenges of a transatlantic relationship, we remained keen… — Anne Fortier Copy Share
