...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.
Anne FortierI wish I had the power to flip my reality upside down like an hourglass, and that life wasn't a finite affair, but rather a perpetually recurring passage through a hole in 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 FortierI am sorry I didnโt tell you the truth before. I was hoping I wouldnโt have to. You kept asking about Romeo and what he was really like. I was hoping thatโโhe smiled wistfullyโโyou would recognize me.
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 Fortier