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
love eye reflection
I did not know my soul until I saw it's reflection in your eyes.
men alive lovers
.... "death turns all men into great lovers. Would that they were equally ardent while the lady was still alive!
love-you believe great-love
Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.
wise love-you believe
Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow. Well, perhaps you are right. Perhaps the wise spurn one to remain safe from the other, but I should rather choose to have my eyes burnt in their sockets than to have been born without.
aware becomes death soon success
I'm from Europe, and I was very aware that there are a lot of literature snobs - especially in Europe. As soon as something becomes a success, it has to be bad, and then they'll do everything they can to stab it to death.
classical cool doctorate economists follow footsteps history ideas liberal logic mention milton native neither nerve nor pursued realized robert training
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.
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.
beautiful italian law
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.
men thinking daggers
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.
men long events
Don't underestimate the power of events that happened a long time ago. That is the tragic flaw of modern man.
sweet want madness
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.