Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

It would ha' been a good deal easier, if ye'd only been a witch.

Jamie, I panted. He pushed his kilt out of the way and pressed my hand against him. Bloody Christ, I said, impressed despite myself. My sense of propriety slipped another notch. Fighting gives ye a terrible cockstand, after. Ye want me, do ye no?

I may be out of bed, but I'm in no way equipped to conduct hypothetical conversations before I've had a cup of tea.

He's a man...and that's no small thing to be.

He bent and kissed me briefly, then headed for the door. Just short of it, though, he turned back. The, um, sperms ... he said, a little awkwardly. Yes? Can ye not take them out and give them decent burial or something? I hid my smile in my teacup. I'll take good care of them, I promised. I always do, don't I?

I would not piss on him was he burning in the flames of hell, Grey said politely. One of Hal's brows flicked upward, but only momentarily. Just so, he said dryly. The question, though, is whether Fraser might be inclined to perform a similar service for you. Grey placed his cup carefully in the center of the desk. Only if he thought I might drown, he said, and went out.

What a mystery blood was -- how did a tiny gesture, a tome of voice, endure through generations like the harder verities of flesh? He had seen it again and again, watching his nieces and nephews grow, and accepted without thought the ehoes of parent and grandparent that appeared for brief moments. the shadow of a face looking back through the years -- that vanished again into the face that was now.

You could tell from the books whether a library was meant for show or not. Books that were used had an open, interested feel to them, even if closed and neatly lined up on a shelf in strict order with their fellows. You felt as though the book took as much interest in you as you did in it and was willing to help when you reached for it.

I always thought it would be a simple matter to lie wi' a woman, he said softly. And yet... I want to fall on my face at your feet and worship you-he dropped the towel and reached out, taking me by the shoulders-and still I want to force ye to your knees before me, and hold ye there wi' me hands tangled in your hair, and your mouth at my service...and I want both things at the same time, Sassenach.

He shook his head and squeezed my hand tight. You are my courage, as I am your conscience, he whispered, You are my heart-- I am your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach? --Jamie

Men go where they will, they do as they must; it is not a woman's part to bid them to stay, nor yet to reproach them for being what they are-or for not coming back.

I didn't say you shouldn't worry, do you think I don't worry? But no, you probably can't do anything about me.' 'Well, maybe no, Sassenach, and maybe so. But I've lived a long enough time now to think it maybe doesna matter so much-- so long as I can love you.' -Claire & Jamie Fraser

If one day, a bhailach...ye should meet a verra large mouse named Michael-ye'll tell him your grandsire sends his regards.

You cannot save the world, but you might save the man in front of you, if you work fast enough.

He touched the rough crucifix that lay against his chest and whispered to the moving air, Lord, that she might be safe, she and my children. Then turned his cheek to her reaching hand and touched her throught the veils of time.

So now it's space and time, he said. You ever watch Doctor Who on PBS? All the time, she said dryly, on the BBC. And don't think I wouldn't sell my soul for a TARDIS.

It has always been forever, for me, Sassenach," he said simply.

Ye're mine, Sassenach. And I would do anything I thought I must to make that clear.

If ye have to ask yourself if you're in love, laddie—then ye aren't

It's a good country for myths. Things seem to take root here.

So long as my body lives, and yours -- we are one flesh, he whispered, And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire -- I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you.

I canna look at ye asleep without wanting to wake ye, Sassenach." His hand cupped my breast, gently now. "I suppose I find myself lonely without ye.

You are beautiful," he whispered to me. "If you say so." "Do ye not believe me? Have I ever lied to you?" "That's not what I mean. I mean—if you say it, then it's true. You make it true.

I thought I could make out Jamie's Highland screech, but that was likely imagination; they all sounded equally demented.