Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

I touched one of the pistols gingerly. "I don't know if they're loaded yet." "Certainly they are. The man is nothing if not thorough." He eased himself back down, groaning slightly. "You think you know him awfully well, don't you?" I asked, with an edge that rather surprised me. "Yes, I do," he answered promptly.

Women are never too old to wear pink," Fergus replied firmly. "I have heard les mesdames say so, many times.

Here's tae us. Wha's like us?" "Damned few," she replied in broad Scots, "and they're all deid.

I have been more fortunate than most, I suppose," he said quietly. "There was the one thing he would take from me." His expression softened as he looked down into the face of the boy in the palm of his hand. "And he has given me something most precious in return.

ALL THINGS CONSIDERED, it was probably the fault of the electric eel. John Grey could—and for a time, did—blame the Honorable Caroline Woodford, as well. And the surgeon. And certainly that blasted poet. Still…no, it was the eel's fault

got up. She couldn't lie in bed mourning what was lost; it was no

head of the gangplank, she would drop the goat

Alive, and one. We are one, and while we love, death will never touch us.

When I decided that I should have a female character, I simply introduced her, knowing nothing about her other than the fact that she was an Englishwoman. ... Whereupon Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp promptly took over the story and began telling it herself. Being in no position to argue with her, I took the path of least resistance, and went along to see what would happen next.

I don't know why your husband does not beat you regularly," he remarked, shaking his head. "Or at least keep you locked up safely at home. Has he the slightest idea Ã¢â'¬Â¦?" "Sir Richard is a most accomplished diplomat," she replied with complacence. "He has a great facility for not knowing things that it is expedient not to know.

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine

Is it wrong, Hector? he thought. That I should love a man who might have killed you?

Folk will tell ye that owls havena got an arsehole, so they canna pass the things they eat—like mice, aye? So the bones and the hairs and such are all made up into a ball, and the owl vomits them out, not bein' able to get rid of them out the other end.

Eventful," he repeated. "Yes, it was, rather. But I didn't do anything to Caroline Woodford save hold her hand whilst being shocked by an electric eel, I swear it. Gleeglgleeglgleegl-pppppssssshhhhh," he added to Dottie, who shrieked and giggled in response. He glanced up to find Hal staring at him

I wept for him while he was still alive to know it

clishmaclaver.

conscience as her lover. Her husband.

She raised a thick, ruddy brow at him. "You never heard of benign hypocrisy? I thought they teach you stuff like that when you go to minister school. Since you mention gassing away about morality. That's a minister's job, too, isn't it?

Well, you are a bit odd, aren't you?" I said tolerantly. "I don't really mind, though. What is it?

Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions. But what is it that the old women see? We see necessity, and we do the things that must be done. Young women don't see—they are, and the spring of life runs through them. Ours is the guarding of the spring, ours the shielding of the light we have lit, the flame that we are.

I walked down the hallway, my steps muffled by the long Turkey carpet that covered the parquet. There was an indistinguishable murmur of male voices ahead. I turned a corner into a shorter corridor and saw a door ahead from which light spilled—that must be the Governor's private office. Inside, I heard Jamie's voice.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee. And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

He gave me a look, strongly suggesting that if one of us was indeed odd, he didn't think it was himself. Gentlemanly instincts suppressed any remark he might have made to this effect, though. "Will you allow me to see you? Ah Ã¢â'¬Â¦ naked?

It was going to be a bloody business, on both sides. He didn't like the thought but didn't shy away from it. It was war, and he was—once again—a soldier.