Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

up to your ears in whores and poetesses in Paris." "Poetesses?" Jamie was beginning to sound amused. "What makes ye think women write poetry? Or that a woman who writes poetry would be wanton?" "Well, o' course they are. Everybody kens that. The words get into their heads and drive them mad, and they

Highland Clans office

He had a dim memory of his father telling him that a secret remains a secret only so long as just one person knew it.

I concealed the burned spot in a fold of skirt, thinking how odd it was that everyone regarded women as inherently harmless. Had I been so inclined, I could easily have burgled houses and murdered hapless families from one end of the Ridge to the other.

a fine coaching inn there—though not much else." Dougal looked surprised

There was a feeling, not sudden, but complete, as though I had been given a small object to hold unseen in my hands. Precious as opal, smooth as jade, weighty as a river stone, more fragile than a bird's egg. Infinitely still, live as the root of Creation. Not a gift, but a trust. Fiercely to cherish, softly to guard. The words spoke themselves and disappeared into the groined shadows of the roof. I

It's the anonymity of war that makes the killing possible. When the nameless dead are named again on tombstone and on cenotaph, then they regain the identity they lost as soldiers, and take their place in grief and memory, the ghosts of sons and lovers.

William coughed and broke the seal. As usual, the note occupied less than a page and included neither salutation nor closing, Uncle Hal's opinion being that since the letter had a direction upon it, the intended recipient was obvious, the seal indicated plainly who had written it, and he did not waste his time in writing to fools. Adam

MacNeill of Barra Meadows

Ye must do it, and it makes no difference if you're afraid-ye'll do it. It's only when ye ken ye can say no that it takes courage.

Good luck, Jamie," he said, voice a little husky. "God go with you.

hire a boat and try to catch her up. So long as I board her before we reach Le Havre, it should be all right

Here an ancient oriel window opened glassless to the sky, and the light of the hunter's moon washed us in silver. We lay clasped together, damp skins cooling in the winter air, waiting for our racing hearts to slow and breath to return to our heaving bodies.

He set off toward Walnut Street, no longer numb. He felt once more himself, strong and determined. There was, after all, one more service he might perform for Jamie Fraser. "You must marry me," he repeated.

Dr. Hunter insisted on the benefit of fresh air, and Mrs. Fraser agreed with this because of the ether fumes but kept talking about something she called germs, worrying that these would come in through the window and contaminate her "surgical field." She speaks as though she views it as a battleground, he thought, but then looked closely at her face and realized that indeed she did.

He wondered whether Jamie would shoot him in the chest or simply break his neck when he found out. Likely bare hands, he thought. It was a visceral sort of thing, sex.

don't actually heal people. They heal by themselves. I just … support them." A sound that wasn't quite a laugh made

He remembered Jamie's face as they rode in to Helwater, alight as they saw the women on the lawn—with William.

You can't possibly have said what I think you said." "Indeed I did," he said, his normal dry edge returning.

clouds of distress. "I—well Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I think so.

She may be a good whore, but she's no hand at cards.

He'd suspected it when he'd found Fraser in the chapel with Geneva Dunsany's coffin, just before her funeral. But now he knew, beyond doubt. Knew, too, why Fraser did not desire his freedom.

the cold was somehow touched with life, a freshness moving through the icy air.

My father," he said abruptly. "Pa—Lord John, I mean. He knew—knows?" "Yes." Thin ice again. I didn't think he had any idea that Lord John had married Isobel principally for his sake—and Jamie's—but didn't want him going anywhere near the question of Lord John's motives.