Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

the strain of unrelieved company for days on end rather got on my nerves. After a week of visiting, gossip, daily medical clinics, and the small but constant crises that attend living rough with a large family group, I was ready to dig a small hole under a log and climb in, just for the sake of a quarter hour's solitude.

But how shall I tell ye all these things," he said, the line of his mouth twisting. "And then say to you—it is only you I have ever loved? How should you believe me?

It was a great temptation. He felt the pull of the dark wild forest, above all, the lure of freedom. If he could but walk away into the greenwood, and stay there Ã¢â'¬Â¦ But he shook his head.

Dear God," he said, still softly. "I couldna look at ye, Sassenach, and keep my hands from you, nor have ye near me, and not want ye." He lifted his head then, and planted a kiss over my heart, then let his hand float down the gentle curve of my belly, lightly tracing the small marks left there by Brianna's birth.

See, when ye come to reckon your life," she said briskly, stooping to pick up the goat's rope, "ye see that it's the bairns are most important. They carry your blood and they carry whatever else ye gave them, on into the time ahead.

he looked up at once when

There were things that could be planned for, but none of them involved women.

A man may smile, and smile, and be a villain

It's a sword, aye? Not a bloody club. Use the tip!

the ground. It was grassy here, and the night wind stirred

You invent yourself," I said softly, to the shadows inside the hair that had fallen over my face. "You look at other women—or men; you try on their lives for size. You take what you can use, and you look inside yourself for what you can't find elsewhere. And always Ã¢â'¬Â¦ always Ã¢â'¬Â¦ you wonder if you're doing it right.

Yes," he said softly. "I know about him. It doesn't

We didn't speak anymore, then, as the melting boundaries of our bodies disappeared. It was slow, dreamy and peaceful, his body and mine as much as mine was his, so that I curled my foot round his leg and felt both smooth sole and hairy shin, felt callused palm and tender flesh, was knife and sheath together, the rhythm of our movement that of one heart beating. The

The maxillary muscles run from the sagittal crest at the top of the skull to an insertion on the mandible," I thought, dimly recalling the description from Grey's Anatomy.

One man, a Fraser of Lovat's regiment, escaped. He meant to die on Culloden Field, Roger whispered, But he didn't.

Social prejudice is a strong force, but no match for simple competence when skill is in urgent demand and short supply.

No, how should I fear the touch of those vanished hands laid on me in love knowing? How could I be afraid of those that molded my flesh, leaving their remnants to live long past the grave?

newly-farrowed sow, but Ian had managed to lean in and

Then let amorous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand, and a Hundred, score An Hundred, and a Thousand more.

Jamie stood quite still, feeling his heart beat, watching. It was one of those strange moments that came to him rarely, but never left. A moment that stamped itself on heart and brain, instantly recallable in every detail, for all of his life.

The bones of the face emerge at six, and the soul within is fixed at seven. The process of encapsulation goes on, to reach its peak in the glossy shell of adolescence, when all softness then is hidden under the nacreous layers of the multiple new personalities that teenagers try on to guard themselves.

Drunk wi' power," he remarked disapprovingly to the ceiling. "Verra unwomanly attitude, that.

INCIPIENT THUNDER

She had seen Brianna's face for a moment in the light; white as paper and hard as bone, with the eyes black holes. Her gentle, kindly mistress had vanished like smoke, taken over by a deamhan, a she-devil. Lizzie was a town lass, born long after Culloden. She had never seen the wild clansmen of the glens, or a Highlander in the grip of blood fury—but she'd heard the auld stories, and now she knew them true. A person who looked like that might do anything at all. She