Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

He came through the front door just as I barreled into the hallway, and grabbed me round the waist, kissing me with sun-dusty enthusiasm and sandpaper whiskers. "You're back," I said, rather inanely. "I am, and there are Indians just behind me," he said, clutching my bottom with both hands and rasping his whiskers fervently against my cheek. "God, what I'd give for a quarter of an hour alone wi' ye, Sassenach!

They're girls," she replied briefly. "They were born in danger and will live their lives in that condition, regardless of circumstance.

I, ah, I wasn't expecting—" I said idiotically. Brianna gave me a grin to match her father's, eyes bright as stars and damp with happiness. "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!" "What?" said Jamie blankly.

It Ã¢â'¬Â¦ wasna a scream of fear, or even anger. It Ã¢â'¬Â¦ ehm Ã¢â'¬Â¦ well, it was the way a woman will scream, sometimes, if she's Ã¢â'¬Â¦ pleased." "In bed, you mean." It wasn't a question. "So do men. Sometimes." You idiot! Of all the things you might have said Ã¢â'¬Â¦

We are bound,you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you.One large hand rose to stroke my hair. D'ye mind the blood vow that I swore ye when we wed? Yes,I think so.'Blood of my blood,bone of my bone...' I give ye my body, that we may be one, he finished. Aye, and I have kept that vow, Sassenach,and so have you. He turned me slightly, and one hand cupped itself gently over the tiny swell of my stomach.

My love," he whispered. "Oh, my love. I do want ye so.

Is that you, Geordie?" he asked, not turning around. He was dressed in shirt and breeches, and had a small tool of some kind in his hand, with which he was doing something to the innards of the press. "Took ye long enough. Did ye get the—" "It isn't Geordie," I said. My voice was higher than usual. "It's me," I said.

Life among academics had taught me that a well-expressed opinion is usually better than a badly expressed fact

He stood for a moment, bereavement a sudden, small tear in his soul.

We come and go from mystery and, in between, we try to forget.

Egg-sucking son of a porcupine!

And a long time," he said. "I am a jealous man, but not a vengeful one. I would take you from him, my Sassenach—but I wouldna take him from you.

Of course you would protect the woman," he said. "You protect everyone, John—I don't suppose you can help it." Astonished, Grey opened his mouth to contest this absurd statement, but was forestalled when Percy leaned forward and kissed him softly. "You are the bravest man I know," Percy said, his breath warm on Grey's cheek. "And you will not convince me otherwise.

Was a struggle to choose one's own destiny less worthwhile than the necessity to stop a great evil?

Strength of bone and fire of mind, all wrapped around a core of steel-hard purpose that would make him a deadly projectile, once set on any course.

It's what happens when you live through things you shouldn't have been able to live through and can't reconcile that knowledge with the fact that you did.

Twenty-four years ago today, I married ye, Sassenach," he said softly. "I hope ye willna have cause yet to regret it.

I'm none so brave as I was before, ken? he said very softly. Not brave enough to live without ye anymore.

Idleness would have seemed not only a sign of moral decay, but an affront to the natural order of things.

It's not too late, you know," she said. She smiled, teasing a little tremulously. "You could still back out." "It's been too late for me since the day I saw you," he said gruffly.

I am, madam, Jonathan Randall, Esquire, Captain of His Majesty's Eighth Dragoons. At your service, madam.

If you find him," she whispered, "when you find my father—give him this." She bent and kissed me, fiercely, gently, then straightened and turned me toward the stone. "Go, Mama," she said, breathless. "I love you. Go!

No man owns his own life," he said. "Part of you is always in someone else's hands. All ye can do is hope it's mostly God's hands you're in.

Faith is as powerful a force as science, he concluded, voice soft in the darkness, but far more dangerous.