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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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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I was in Siena and decided I wanted to write a story set there. Then I discovered that the original story of Romeo and Juliet was set in Siena. It occurred to me that this was too much of a gift - I had to do it. That's how I ended up writing a parallel story to Romeo and Juliet.
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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.
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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.
stories
Everything we say is a story. But nothing we say is just a story.
order needs machines
Who is more amateurish, more vulnerable---those who rely on machines that need to be plugged in, or logged on, or in some other way connected in order to be more than a useless slab of plastic ... or those who have learned to master life without?
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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.
love eye reflection
I did not know my soul until I saw it's reflection in your eyes.
want
You owe me nothing, but I want everything.
blessing my-blessing paid
...and whether or not we had now paid our dues, he was my blessing, and I was his...
letting-go years risk
If you let go of me now,” I whispered, stretching against him, “it could be another six hundred years before you find me again. Are you willing to take that risk?
reason instinct used
Janice used to say that instinct was reason in a hurry; I was not so sure about the reason part.
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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!