Quotes About Gabaldon

And if your life is a suitable exchange for my honor, why is my honor not a suitable exchange for your life?

Cultural concepts are one of the most fascinating things about historical fiction.

I discovered that, given the indescribable nature of what I write, the only way to sell it is to give people free samples.

I grew up in Flagstaff, and I still own my old family house up there, so I go up there a couple of times a month just to sit for a day or two and work without any kind of interruption, and I usually take a dinner break, and I'll watch two hours of DVD.

Some time later, long after 'Voyager' was published, I came across the Dunbonnet in another reference, and it gave an expanded version, and it told me the Dunbonnet's name - which was James Fraser.

And if your life is a suitable exchange for my honor, why is my honor not a suitable exchange for your life?

The most irritating thing about cliches, I decided, was how frequently they were true.

And I don't recommend murder as a way of settling difficult situations. It tends to lead to complications—but not nearly as many as marriage.

Oh. It's Fraser. James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser.

James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser, I said, spacing the words, formally, the way Jamie had spoken them to me when he first told me his full name on the day of our wedding.

The truth is always of use, madonna," he answered, eyes fixed on the slender stream. "It has the value of rarity, you know.

A man should pay tribute to your body, he said softly... For you are beautiful, and that is your right.

Aye, beg me for mercy, Sassenach. Ye shallna have it, though; not yet.

I suppose so." An oath was an oath, though I rather wondered if Hippocrates ever ran into this sort of situation himself. Possibly he did; the ancient Greeks were a violent lot, too. The

Quite suddenly she understood the impulse that caused men to engage in casual blasphemy.

Have you anything to say to me now, Madam?" he demanded. "Your wig is crooked," I said, and closed my eyes again.

the chill. Grant's nose was

yowled, and Mrs. Chisholm—who was a rather buxom

Amo, amas, I love a lass, As cedar tall and slender; Sweet cowslip's grace Is her nominative case, And she's o' the feminine gender.

No, lady. But I do read faces, and Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â "And mine's an open book. I know," I said, resigned.

As a rule of thumb, four consecutive lines of dialogue is about as much as you want to have without a tag.

Pointing out the emotion in a scene is like laughing at your own jokes.

He has cat blood, I reflected sourly, no doubt that was how he managed to sneak up on me in the darkness.

Knowing him, I thought his main feeling would have been gratification that the wing of Persian antiquities next door had escaped.