Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

The obvious—to allow Jamie to see the boy." "And the other obvious—to allow you to see Jamie.

Well, what does Dr. Spock know? Come here, little beauty; give Daddy a kiss for being so precocious." He lifted the soft little body, encased in its snug pink sleep-suit, and kissed her button of a nose. Brianna sneezed, and we both laughed.

He was actually capable of dressing himself, though both he and Tom acted on the tacit assumption that he wasn't. But what he missed most at the moment was the sense of solemn ceremony that attended Tom's dressing him in full uniform. It was as though he assumed a different persona with scarlet coat and gold lace, Tom's respect giving him belief in his own authority, as though he put on not only uniform but armor and office.

What is it—twelve hundred pages? Aye, I think so. After all, it is difficult to sum up the complications of a life in a short space with any hope of constructing an accurate account.

It flattened and began to drift out over the sea, the ashes of the dead slaves fleeing on the wind, back toward Africa.

the wispy clouds of the morning had been knitting themselves up into a low sky the color of dirty wool

He stood for a second, polite, remote. Then the mask dropped away. "I liked you, too," he said quietly. "Then.

If you knew they were really balls of flaming gas, you could imagine them as van Gogh saw them, without difficulty Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and looking into that illuminated void, you understood why people have always looked up into the sky when talking to God. You need to feel the immensity of something very much bigger than yourself, and there it is—immeasurably vast, and always near at hand. Covering you. Help me, I said silently. I

No great difference at all, perhaps. Was my future any more certain than hers? And did I not depend for my life upon a man bound to me—at least in part—by desire of my body? A

I would have sworn on Brianna's head that Jamie didn't; hadn't, couldn't, under any circumstances whatever. At least I would have sworn that before tonight. I closed my eyes, chest heaving, and tried not to think of what I had seen. I couldn't, of course. And yet, the more I thought of it, the more impossible it seemed.

Live with Highlanders long enough, and every damn rock and tree meant something! Perhaps

A lot of things have almost killed him," she said, the laughter gone. "One of these days…" Her voice was husky.

Thus invited, I could hardly not look at him. And in all truth, I wanted to, out of simple curiosity. He was trim and lightly built, but muscular and solid. A little softness at the waist, but no fat—and softly furred with vigorous blond hair, darkening to brown at his crutch. It was a warrior's body; I was well acquainted with those.

There aren't any answers, only choices.

His half-visible presence reminded me faintly of Jamie; he was nearly as tall as his uncle, and very nearly as strong, though still lean and gangling with adolescence. We

Da mi basia mille," he whispered, smiling. Give me a thousand kisses. It was the inscription inside my ring, a brief quotation from a love song by Catullus. I bent and gave him one back. "Dein mille altera," I said. Then a thousand more.

Jamie had shorn his hair in preparation.

Aye, and it had a thing on top like a wee club, only wi' a knob to each end, and the club was tied to the box wi' a sort of black cord, curled up on itself like a piggie's tail. Jem saw it, and he reached out his hand, and said, 'I want to talk to Grandda.' And then I woke." He leaned his head back farther, so as to look up into my face. "Would ye ken what a thing like that might be, Sassenach? It was like nothing I've ever seen.

shall be verra pleased when he's taken his damned cheroots

Freedom and Whisky gang tegither.

But if he knew Grey so intimately as to make what I had witnessed plausible in the name of friendship alone, then why had he not told me of him before? Why go to such lengths to see the man, as soon as he learned that Grey was in Jamaica?

Oh," I said, very touched. "Thank you.

But it was something to do with the paintings Ã¢â'¬Â¦

what I would ask of ye—when you do tell me something, let it be the truth. And I'll promise ye the same. We have nothing now between us, save—respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.