Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

As with all redheads, the color of her hair depended on the light in which one saw her: brown in shadow, blazing in sunlight, and by the light of a low-burning fire, a fall of changing color, sparked with threads of gold.

I discarded jars of dried snails; OIL OF EARTHWORMS—which appeared to be exactly that; VINUM MILLEPEDATUM—millipedes, these crushed to pieces and soaked in wine; POWDER OF EYGYPTIANE MUMMIE—an indeterminate-looking dust, whose origin I thought more likely a silty streambank than a pharaoh's tomb; PIGEONS BLOOD, ant eggs, a number of dried toads painstakingly packed in moss, and HUMAN SKULL, POWDERED. Whose? I wondered.

it does not escape me that one can wield Sword or Musket only upon one Enemy at a time, while Words may be employed upon any Number.

I relaxed my grip on the knife; she could hardly attack me with a lapful of goat.

But he found the wall of prayer a barricade between himself and the wicked sly thoughts and, closing his eyes briefly, felt his father walk beside him and Brian Fraser's last kiss soft as the wind on his cheek. —

It's two hundred year, in the Highland tales—when folk fall asleep on fairy duns and end up dancing all night wi' the Auld Folk; it's usually two hundred year later when they come back to their own place.

There's worse has happened to others, lass," he said quietly. Then he let go and the spell was broken.

It's a rare plant," he said, touching the sprig in my open hand. "Flowers, fruit and leaves all together at the one time. The white flowers are for honor, and red fruit for courage—and the green leaves are for constancy.

I don't hold wi' rape, and we've not the time for it, anyway." I was pleased to hear this statement of policy

As for sweeping the floor, polishing the windows, dusting, and general drudgery of that sort Ã¢â'¬Â¦ well, if women's work was never done, why trouble about how much of it wasn't being accomplished at any given moment?

can tell you that nobody knows what being married's going to be like until you find yourself in the midst of it.

along. It was a week after we had set out, in a

She saw it, and an extraordinary change came over her. She seemed scarcely to move, and yet all at once, her whole person was focused on Myers. No white showed around her eyes; they were black and fathomless, shining in the firelight. She was still short and heavy, but with only the slightest change of posture, depth of bosom and width of hip were emphasized, suddenly curved in a promise of lewd abundance. Myers swallowed, audibly.

Besides, what would you do with the body, if you killed him? the logical side of my mind inquired. He wouldn't fit in the cupboard, let alone the hidey-hole.

St Paul says "Let a woman be silent, and –"' 'You can mind your own bloody business,' I snarled, sweat dripping behind my ears, 'and so can St Paul.

I marched into the shop and bought the vases.

He stripped off his stockings to dry and laid them on the rock to lie in the sun. His long bare toes wiggled in enjoyment of the warmth.

There is something about that that appealed most strongly to me. 'An eminently useful life.' She smiled at me. 'I could think of many worse epitaphs than that, milady.

I luxuriated in that delightful feeling that comes when we observe someone having to do something unpleasant that we are not required to do ourselves.

As a mother, I had the lightness now of effort complete, honor satisfied. Mission accomplished.

You can't make a horse do anything. You see what he's going to do and then you tell him to do that, and he thinks it's your idea, so next time you tell him something, he's more likely to do what you tell him.

breeches and a rough smock

Open your eyes and tell me yourself, Sassenash, said a deep urgent voice somewhere close.

All loss is one, and one loss becomes all, a