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You owe me nothing, but I want everything.

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Anne Fortier
Age: 53
Born: 1971
Born: November 10
Novelist
Writer
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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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Only weak men want women to be weak.
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I think Shakespeare is everybody's treasure.
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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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For as long as I could remember, he had never worn a single piece of clothing that could be considered casual. Khaki shorts and golf shirts, to Umberto, were the garments of men who have no virtues left, not even shame.
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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.
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...it is fifty percent what they see, and fifty percent what they think they see.
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We are all cups, and our destiny is poured according to measures we cannot understand, cannot influence.
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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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Perhaps. But the firstborn of hope is tragedy.
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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?
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.... death turns all men into great lovers. Would that they were equally ardent while the lady was still alive!
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She had died peacefully, in her sleep, after an evening of listening to all of her favorite Fred Astaire songs, one crackling record after another. Once the last chord of the last piece had died out, she had stood up and opened the French doors to the garden outside, perhaps waiting to breathe in the honeysuckle one more time.
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By the time we left college, I had become my own image: a dandelion in the flower bed of society. Kinda cute, but still a weed.
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Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.
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I did not know my soul until I saw it's reflection in your eyes.
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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.
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And whether or not we had now paid our dues, he was my blessing, and I was his.
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In many ways, a degree in the history of ideas is the ideal training for an aspiring writer.
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When the old men fight, the young people die.
Anne Fortier