“Shush!” said Ambrogio to the dog, “I advise you to hide, in case it is the horned one trying to get in.… — 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.… — Anne Fortier Daggers 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… — Anne Fortier Balconies Copy Share Image
...it is fifty percent what they see, and fifty percent what they think they see. — Anne Fortier Fifty Copy Share Image
In many ways, a degree in the history of ideas is the ideal training for an aspiring writer. — Anne Fortier Aspiring Copy Share Image
Verona is a very beautiful city, but Siena just never ceases to fascinate me. — Anne Fortier Beautiful Copy Share Image
“Juliet by Ann Fortier. The Maestro (Chapter5) ... the slight nausea he was feeling must be somewhat near what God was feeling… — Anne Fortier Every day 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 Instinct 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 Business Copy Share Image
We are all cups, and our destiny is poured according to measures we cannot understand, cannot influence. — Anne Fortier Cups Copy Share Image
“The Salimbeni genes,” I observed, rolling my eyes, “are yet again rearing their ugly head. Let me guess, if we were married,… — Anne Fortier Copy Share Image
While at Oxford in 1999, I met Jonathan Fortier, who is a Montreal-born Canadian. Despite the challenges of a transatlantic relationship, we… — Anne Fortier Born Copy Share Image
“The night belonged to the bold, to the crazed and to the artist--often one and the same” — Anne Fortier Art Copy Share Image
“Careful!” warned Friar Lorenzo, trying to close the lid. “You know not what infection those lips carry!” — Anne Fortier Copy Share Image
You were right and I was wrong. When life hurts more than death, it is not worth living. — Anne Fortier Death Copy Share Image
A novel is, hopefully, the starting point of a conversation, one in which the author engages readers and asks that they see… — Anne Fortier Asks Copy Share Image
She laughed out loud, a warm, knowing laughter that made me once again wonder about the secret ingredient in these women’s lives.… — Anne Fortier Ability Copy Share Image
“Knights don’t cry.” “They certainly do,” said the Comandante, taking the boy’s hand, “but only when they are clean and dressed, and… — Anne Fortier Copy Share Image
“Giulietta pressed the letter against her heart. "I know what you are thinking. You wish to protect me...And you think Romeo will… — Anne Fortier Love Copy Share Image
Peppo!" I yelled, pulling at my cousin's suspenders. "I really don't want to be arrested, okay?" "Don't worry!" Peppo turned a corner… — Anne Fortier Cousin Copy Share Image
“That is the lightest coffin I have ever carried," observed one of Romeo's companions. "Your [bell]ringer must have been a very slender… — Anne Fortier Next time Copy Share Image
