Quotes About Diana

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.

Not for the first time, I wondered just what kind of work Frank had done during the War. He certainly seemed to know a lot about maneuvering soundlessly in the dark.

Open your eyes and tell me yourself, Sassenash, said a deep urgent voice somewhere close.

peering at the crest, with its faded leopard couchant

Well, ye're kind, too," he said, considering. "Verra kind. Though ye are inclined to do it on your own terms. Not that that's bad, mind," he added

heads that edged the huge fireplace, and I

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The grin visible beneath the crook of his arm widened still further. "Sassenach?" I stopped, dirk still in my hand. "What?" "I'll die a happy man.

sedition, was it? I was aware that smuggling was nearly

She may be a good whore, but she's no hand at cards.

For in one stroke, I am become a gentleman of leisure, non?

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

I sat down quietly in a corner with my glass of port, and kept quiet while Simon questioned Jamie once again about Charles Stuart's situation and prospects.