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 and accelerated as he spoke. "I go too fast for police!
Anne FortierJanice used to say that instinct was reason in a hurry; I was not so sure about the reason part.
Anne FortierShe 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.
Anne FortierRomeo was cute โฆโ โCute?โ Alessandro rolled his eyes. โWhat kind of man is cute?โ โโฆ and an excellent dancer โฆโ โRomeo had feet of lead! He said so himself!โ โโฆ but most importantly,โ I concluded, โhe had nice hands!
Anne FortierDon't underestimate the power of events that happened a long time ago. That is the tragic flaw of modern man.
Anne FortierWas I insane? Maybe. But then, there were many different kinds of insanity. Aunt Rose had always taken for granted that the whole world was in a state of constantly fluctuating madness, and that a neurosis was not an illness, but a fact of life, like pimples. Some have more, some have less, but only truly abnormal people have none at all. This commonsense philosophy had consoled me many times before, and it did now, too.
Anne Fortier