Quotes from Diana Gabaldon

Christ," he said in an undertone, bending down so I could hear him. "And she's been a woman less than a full day, too! Have ye been givin' her lessons, Sassenach, or are women just born wi' it?" "Natural talent, I expect

in my arrogance I had omitted to make proper sacrifice—for

Père Renault. This is a verra well-equipped outfit," Ian said, boosting him to his feet. "We've got our own priest, to shrive us before battle and give us Extreme Unction after." "I noticed. A bit over-eager, is he no?" "He's blind as a bat," Ian said, glancing over his shoulder to be sure the priest wasn't close enough to hear. "Likely thinks better safe than sorry, aye?

A STATE OF CONFLICT September 10, 1777 John Grey found himself wondering how many horns a dilemma could have.

Friends' meeting is not only a fellowship of worship. It is Ã¢â'¬Â¦ a community of mind, of heart. A larger family

She turned another page. "If everyone can do it, it's science. If only a few can, then it's witchcraft, or superstition, or whatever you like to call it," she said. "But it's real." She looked up at me, green eyes bright as a snake's over the crumbling book. "We're real, Claire—you and me. And special. Have ye never asked yourself why?" I

Mr. Farquard Campbell," the butler said quietly, and stood back against the wall.

Then I took his hand and lifted my head, and looked full into the face of the sun.

Actúa siempre como si supieras lo que estás haciendo, aunque no lo sepas.»

He rounded on me, indignant and astonished. "Are you contradicting me?" "Well, yes," I said, rather mildly. "You're wrong.

imbranglement"—period colloquialism; an onomatopoetic word that means just what it sounds like: complicated and involuntary entanglement, whether physical, legal, or emotional.

She's goin' about now bare as a wee lassie?" "She says," I replied delicately, "that men find it erotic.

speak as ye find and let the devil listen.

He moved naturally. Only the tension in his shoulders suggested otherwise. Her hand closed involuntarily, feeling for an absent pencil, feeling the stroke of the line that would capture that tiny sense of unease, the jarring note that would draw the observer closer, closer still, wondering what it was about this scene of pastoral grace.

Whether she had acted from immature spite or from a true passion, I could never know. In either case, she had failed. I had survived. And Jamie was mine.

All right. Go and find them. I'll come in the morning—at first light. Meet me where I found you, all right?" "Awright," she whispered, and laid a small white hand on his chest, just over his heart. "Sank you, Wiyum.

reputation depended often on the smallest of actions, the daily decisions made with honor and responsibility, not the huge drama of heroic battles.

THE PATHS OF DEATH

SOMETHING SUITABLE IN WHICH TO GO TO WAR

head, casting a look toward

If Jamie could take Lord John Grey as a lover, and hide it from me, he wasn't remotely the man I thought he was. There had to be some other explanation.

John himself seemed to be considering the matter, lips pursed. He had a heavy beard, I saw; the blond stubble softened his features and at the same time gave me an odd feeling of strangeness—I had so seldom seen him less than perfectly shaved and groomed. "No. There is Ã¢â'¬Â¦ no sense of possession in it," he said finally.

There is nothing between us now but respect, and respect has room for secrets, I think—but not for lies.

was so tired, though, that mind and body had begun to separate. It was a familiar phenomenon. Doctors, soldiers, and mothers encounter it routinely; I had, any number of times. Unable to respond to an immediate emergency while clouded by fatigue, the mind simply withdraws a little, separating itself fastidiously from the body's overwhelming self-centered needs.