Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

THE WIG WOULD have been much too large, given Malcolm's round-headed resemblance to an oversize muskmelon, but Grey's own hair—yellow and noticeable, as Malcolm had so tactfully noted—was thick, and with it stuffed up inside the wig, the horsehair contrivance sat securely, if uncomfortably. He hoped that Malcolm didn't suffer from lice but forgot such minor concerns as he made his way through the throngs of people in the street outside La Punta.

I took an especially deep breath, smell notwithstanding, exhaled, and shut my eyes with decision. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. That had been one of Frank's favorite expressions, and by and large, a good sentiment.

French, spoken by a number of people at a distance, strongly resembles the quacking conversation of ducks and geese, with its nasal elements. English, on the other hand, has a slower pace, and much less rise and fall in its intonations. Spoken at a distance where individual voices are impossible to distinguish, it has the gruff, friendly monotony of a sheepdog's barking.

actually had eaten something.

Suddenly the confusing image he had sought so desperately came back unbidden; Brianna's face, with its broad, clean bones, blue eyes set slantwise about a long, straight nose. But Brianna's face grown older, weathered to bronze, rough-cut and toughened by masculinity and experience, blue eyes gone black with a murderous rage. Jamie Fraser

Benden korkmana hiç gerek yok. dedi yumuÅŸak bir sesle. Ben yan?nda olduÄŸum sürece hiç kimseden korkmana gerek yok.

You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart—and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone.

You didn't say there was a stone circle," I said. I felt faint, and not only from the heat and damp.

I would have liked to know what Emily Post had to recommend in a situation like this, but as Miss Post wasn't present, I was forced to improvise.

I glanced back over my shoulder to see the Governor, shaking hands mechanically with the new arrival, staring after us with a face like white paper.

prejuicio social es un fuerza poderosa, pero se desarma ante la competencia, sobre todo cuando la demanda es urgente y la habilidad no abunda.

tone; "it's only the essence of a thing that counts. When time strips everything else away, it's only the hardness of the bone that's left.

Always, always, I had had to balance compassion with wisdom, love with judgment, humanity with ruthlessness.

I'm sorry; I had meant to offer you my condolences on the loss of your wife," I said, rather formally. He looked surprised for a moment, then bowed his head in acknowledgment, matching my formality. "It is a coincidence that you should say so at the moment," he said. "I had just been thinking of her.

Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.

I took an especially deep breath, smell notwithstanding, exhaled, and shut my eyes with decision. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. That had been one of Frank's favorite expressions, and by and large, a good sentiment. Depends a bit on the day, though, doesn't it? I thought in his direction.

The gate was shut, and he didn't bother fumbling for the latch but seized it with both hands and vaulted over, feeling an absurd rush of fierce pleasure in the feat.

For God's sake, be careful, Sassenach!" he muttered. "Dinna go near those things!

But the thing is—" He hesitated, then looked at me straight on, hazel-eyed and earnest. "I could do something else, and be as good. Care as much, or as little. I haven't got that absolute conviction that there's something in life I'm meant to do—

had no notion how much resemblance there was between what he was doing, and the original beliefs of the Iroquois

noisome liquid the bag had rested in. The rest stood on

And if Time is anything akin to God, I suppose that Memory must be the Devil.

Do you think that the size of the book is justified by the complexity of the story? Grey asked, leaning forward to light a charoot from the candle on the sideboard. It must after all be a great expense to the publisher, as well as requiring a substantial effort from the reader, a book of that length?

John—Lord John Grey, that is—comes from a family with considerable influence. His stepfather is—well, that's of no consequence." She shrugged, the small black-linen shoulders dismissing the details.