Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

For months, people have been asking my views about the Scottish independence referendum, and I've been saying, 'It's not my country; I don't live here. Much as I love Scotland, I think it would be inappropriate to express a personal opinion regarding Scottish politics'.

means of dealing with the Three Furies before they drove her crazy or assassinated each other with rolling pin or knitting needle.

Una vez que hayas escogido a un hombre, no trates de cambiarlo. No se puede. Pero lo más importante es no permitir que trate de cambiarte a ti. Tampoco se puede, pero los hombres siempre lo intentan.

That might be a bit harsh," I began. "No, it isn't," he snapped. "Which was it?" "Your fa—Jamie. He'd never deceive another man in his marriage.

Nobody knows who hasn't been there." To war.

At the moment, the main impediment to progress was Claire, who had—blast the woman—halted her mare in front of him and slid off in order to gather yet another bit of herbage from the trailside. As though the entire house was not filled from doorstep to rooftree with plants already, and her saddlebags a-bulge with more!

It's only Ã¢â'¬Â¦ well, it seems odd, is all. I only wondered, did ye ever think of that, yourself—having lost your mother young, I mean?" "Yes." My face was buried in his chest, my voice muffled in the folds of his shirt. "I used to—when I was younger. Like going on a journey without a map.

Gallant lass - ten miles without a whimper.

She lifted the small stack of books from their wrappings, stroking the soft leather cover of the top one with a forefinger that trembled with delight. Jenny loved books with the same passion her brother reserved for horses.

had anyone asked, I would have called Jamie Fraser a merciful man. He had been, once. But the years between now and then had been hard ones - and compassion was a soft emotion, easily eroded by circumstance, I had thought he still had his kindness, though; and felt a queer pain at the thought of its loss.

For this reason shall a woman leave her father's house, and cleave unto her husband, and the two shall be one flesh.

Then kiss me, Claire he whispered. And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret. I couldn't answer, but kissed him, first his hand, it's crooked fingers, warm and firm, and the brawny wrist of a sword-wielder, and then his mouth, heaven and promise and anguish all mingled, and the salt of tears in the taste of him.

It doesn't matter what happens; no matter where a child goes—how far or how long. Even if it's forever. You never lose them.

people will treat with disdain such phenomena as are proved by the evidence of the senses, and commonly experienced—while they will defend to the death the reality of a phenomenon which they have neither seen nor experienced. "Faith is as powerful a force as science," he concluded, voice soft in the darkness

that was the difference between an American and an Englishman. An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.

Yeah, he'd been lonely. Knew bloody well what it felt like to have no one in the world who belonged to you, or you to them. But surely that was one reason why they had reached out to each other—

I was hopeful of his answer, or fearful of it. The answer was a slight shrug.

He took a bite of scone, observing that it had achieved that delicate balance between crumbliness and half-set mortar that is the ideal of every scone, and felt some stirrings of appetite return.

HAVE FOUND HIM STOP, it read. WILL YOU COME BACK QUERY ROGER.