Anne Fortier
Anne Fortier
Anne Fortier is a Danish / Canadian writer who has lived in the US and Canada since 2002. She was born to mother Birgit Malling Eriksen. Fortier submitted her first manuscript for publication at the age of 13. Since then, she has written the novels Hyrder på bjerget,Juliet, Julie, Amazonerne's Ringand The Lost Sisterhood...
NationalityDanish
ProfessionWriter
CountryDenmark
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as a bird swoops down on it's prey, and assumes this land bound wretch into heaven, so did romeo steal her lips before they fled him again. suspended somewhere between cherubs and devils, his quarry ceased to buck, and he spread his wings wide and let the rising wind carry them off across the sky, until even the predator himself had lost every hope of returning home. within that one embrace, [he] became aware of a feeling of certainty he had not thought possible for anyone - even the virtuous. with her in his arms, all other women, past, present, and future, simply ceased to exist.
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Even as I pursued a doctorate in the history of ideas in my native Denmark, I realized I had neither the encyclopedic training nor the passion for cool logic - not to mention the nerve - to follow in the footsteps of classical liberal philosophers and economists such as Robert Nozick, Friedrich Hayek, and Milton Friedman.
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Within the realm of fiction, it is always tempting to set one's stories in a dystopian future, where all our misgivings about state power can be shown in full force.
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Ever since childhood, I've been interested in history and myth. Not just the facts and figures of the past, but everything that contributes to shape our perception of an age: architecture, art, literature and so forth.
suicide poison afternoon
After the dress rehearsal that afternoon, someone had misplaced the vial of poison, and for lack of better, Romeo would have to commit suicide by eating Tic Tacs.
thinking fifty percent
...it is fifty percent what they see, and fifty percent what they think they see.
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But he is an Italian," was Umberto's sensible reply. "He doesn't care if you break some law a little bit, as long as you wear beautiful shoes. Are you wearing beautiful shoes? Are you wearing the shoes I gave you?...principessa?" I looked down at my flip-flops. "I guess I'm toast.
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Think about it. He drinks poison. What kind of man drinks poison? She is the one who stabs herself with his dagger. The manly way.
want
You owe me nothing, but I want everything.
love eye reflection
I did not know my soul until I saw it's reflection in your eyes.
men long events
Don't underestimate the power of events that happened a long time ago. That is the tragic flaw of modern man.
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It's what we call a dolce pazzia... a sweet madness. Once you feel it, you will never want to leave it.
doors nine tomorrow
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 balcony door.
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Romeo was cute …” “Cute?” Alessandro rolled his eyes. “What kind of man is cute?” “… and an excellent dancer …” “Romeo had feet of lead! He said so himself!” “… but most importantly,” I concluded, “he had nice hands!