Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

Some hae meat that canna eat, And some could eat that want it. We hae meat, and we can eat, And so may God be thankit. Amen.

Queen's knight, he said quietly. To queen two. It was, he knew, a dangerous opening.

Though the Congress will have to approve your appointment," Washington went on, frowning a little, "and there's no guarantee as to what those contentious, shopkeeping sons of bitches will do.

That is what God is for. Worry doesna help—prayer does. Sometimes

But the future reaches out to us, as does the past, and all times are the present.

Meals were the daily bane of my existence; not so much the constant work of picking, cleaning, chopping, cooking—though those activities were fairly baneful in themselves—but primarily the never-ending chore of remembering what we had on hand, and balancing the effort required to make it edible against the knowledge of what might spoil if we didn't eat it right away.

Nice clothes are all very well, but if gossip and scheming and worry and silly parties and tiny rules of etiquette go with them Ã¢â'¬Â¦ no. I'd as soon live in my shift and say what I like.

He said, 'If you're sizable, half the men ye meet will fear ye, and the other half will want to try ye. Knock one down,' he said, 'and the rest will let ye be. But learn to do it fast and clean, or you'll be fightin' all your life.' So he'd take me to the barn and knock me into the straw until I learned to hit back.

the ancient savagery that men call motherhood, who mistake its tenderness for weakness.

If I were marooned here till it suited my overbearing, domineering, pig-headed jackass of a husband to finish risking his stupid neck, I'd use the time to see what I could spot.

Does it ever stop? The wanting you?" His hand came around to caress my breast. "Even when I've just left ye, I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.

The universe had shifted, with a small, decisive click; he could still hear its echo in his bones.

Cows? he asked, Was it really cows, or was I dreaming?

If it was killing-and it was- then I thought it not murder, but a justifiable homicide, undertaken in desperate self defense.

I was sorry that I'd told him, but I had no defenses anymore. I could not lie, even for the best of reasons; there was simply no place to go, nowhere to hide. I felt beset by whispering ghosts, their loss, their need, their desperate love pulling me apart. Apart from Jamie, apart from myself.

Why d'ye talk to yourself?" "It assures me of a good listener

How was yer first time, Jamie? Did ye bleed?" shouted Rupert

Testosterone poisoning

I love you," he murmured. "Oh, Bree, I do love you." She didn't answer, but a hand floated up from the dark and lay along his cheek, gentle as a tendril of seaweed. She kept it there while he took her, laid open in trust, while her other hand held his beating heart.

I want to hold you hard to me and kiss you, and never let you go. I want to take you to my bed and use you like a whore, 'til I forget that I exist. And I want to put my head in your lap and weep like a child.

Mama says the Beardsleys follow her around like dogs, but they don't. They follow her like tame wolves. I thought Ian said it wasn't possible to tame wolves. It isn't.

His flesh seemed to melt comfortably into Roger's own, his trust so complete that it was not necessary even to maintain the boundaries of his body—Daddy would do that.

She was the sort of girl called "bonny"—not beautiful, but lively and nicely made, with something about her that took the eye.

Nothing is lost ... only changed.