Quotes About Conflict

You mustn't hit him again, Grand-père," Germain said earnestly, breaking the silence. "He's a very good man, and I'm sure he won't take Grannie to bed anymore, now that you're home to do it.

There was a sudden whoosh from above, followed immediately by a blur before my eyes and a dull thud. Captain Randall was on the ground at my feet, under a heaving mass that looked like a bundle of old plaid rags. A brown, rocklike fist rose out of the mass and descended with considerable force, meeting decisively with some bony protuberance, by the sound of the resultant crack. The Captain's struggling legs, shiny in tall brown boots, relaxed quite suddenly. I

He said, 'If you're sizable, half the men ye meet will fear ye, and the other half will want to try ye. Knock one down,' he said, 'and the rest will let ye be. But learn to do it fast and clean, or you'll be fightin' all your life.

A man killed with a musket was just as dead as one killed with a mortar. It was just that the mortar killed impersonally, destroying dozens of men, while the musket was fired by one man who could see the eyes of the one he killed. That made it murder, it seemed to me, not war. How many men to make a war? Enough, perhaps, so they didn't really have to see each other?

met with you." "Captain Randall said you were stealing cattle

Conflict and character are the heart of good fiction, and good mystery has both of those in spades.

It's true!" She whirled toward Jamie, fists clenched against the cloak she still wore. "It's true! It's the Sassenach witch! How could ye do such a thing to me, Jamie Fraser?

Do you encounter a great deal of . . . factionalism in your area of the colony?

The ninth Earl of Ellesmere had his chin thrust out as far as it would go, but the defiant look in his eye was tempered with a certain doubt as he intercepted Jamie's cold blue gaze. Jamie set the horse's hoof down slowly, just as slowly stood up, and drawing himself to his full height of six feet four, put his hands on his , looked down at the Earl, three feet six, and said, very softly, "No.

Dialogue doesn't take place in a vacuum. Dialogue is contradictory, in that it can either speed up or slow down a passage.

I was having trouble with the scale of things. A man killed with a musket was just as dead as one killed with a mortar. It was just that the mortar killed impersonally, destroying dozens of men, while the musket was fired by one man who could see the eyes of the one he killed. That made it murder, it seemed to me, not war. How many men to make a war? Enough, perhaps, so they didn't really have to see each other?

it does not escape me that one can wield Sword or Musket only upon one Enemy at a time, while Words may be employed upon any Number.

fact been no more than a small skirmish between the MacKenzies and a detachment of English troops on their way to join the main body of the army. Said army was even now assembling

If either of them stops shouting long enough to hear the other, they'll be hurting each other's feelings.

English dragoons

it was uncivilized to use physical force in order to make your point of view prevail.

he knew damned well that he was really the son of— He choked that thought off, shoving it violently to the back of his mind. "Son of" had brought Lord John vividly to mind, though.

Sanctuary. But even reaching for that sanctuary, they'd known that war touches everyone and everything in its path.

June 16, 1778 The forest between Philadelphia and Valley Forge

He wondered whether Jamie would shoot him in the chest or simply break his neck when he found out. Likely bare hands, he thought. It was a visceral sort of thing, sex.

of a musket ball embedded in his

What would I do if he forbade me to go? Alternatives raced through my mind, everything from planting the ivory letter-opener between his ribs to burning down the house with him in it.

Don't you know any better, guava-head?" "Don't call me that!" the smaller boy shouted, face contorting in rage. "Shitface!" "Frog-guts!" "Caca-brains!

I think there are times for men of peace—and a time for men of blood, as well.