Quotes About Diana Gabaldon

Continentals on it," Lord John

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.

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

He'd straightened his shoulders as he spoke; she could see him reach beyond his own emotion and tiredness and grasp his calling as another man might grip his sword.

I don't know what it is about ye, Sassenach, that always makes me want to show off for ye. Get myself killed one of these days, tryin' to impress ye, I expect.

You never heard of benign hypocrisy? I thought they teach you stuff like that when you go to minister school. Since you mention gassing away about morality. That's a minister's job, too, isn't it?

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

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.

The Big Books of the main series deal with the lives and times of Claire and Jamie Fraser. The shorter novels focus on the adventures of Lord John Grey but intersect with the larger books (The Scottish Prisoner, for example, features both Lord John and Jamie Fraser in a shared story). The novellas all feature people from the main series, including Jamie and/or Claire on occasion. The description below explains which characters appear in which stories

If I find ye in one of those alcoves, Sassenach, the man you're with is dead. And as for you Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â His hands twitched unconsciously in the direction of his swordbelt.

Looking at his horses," I said, putting a hand over my stomach in hopes of suppressing the resounding borborygmi occasioned by the sight of food.

like he wouldn't give the road to a bear.

Well, you're speaking to the only man in Scotland who has a terrible cockstand at sight of a plucked chicken." I spluttered in my brandy and

Grey felt his brows shoot up. "Green plants stop scurvy?" he blurted. "Wherever did you get that notion?

To be polite about it, I'll make a bit of a prediction for you, and say your husband isna like to stray far from your bed.

was surprised by his vehemence; while no fonder of bathing than the normal Parisian—who regarded the prospect of immersion with a repugnance akin to horror—

neighborhood—his name's pronounced 'Kirry,' but it's spelt 'C-i-r-e.' 

There it was, Number 17; the neat brick three-story house that he'd rushed into—and out of—three days ago.

Don't you go up on the roof in that!" I exclaimed, sitting up abruptly. "That's your good woolen shirt!" He halted by the door, glared briefly at me, then, with the rebuking expression of an early Christian martyr, laid down his tools, stripped off the shirt, dropped it on the floor, picked up the tools, and strode majestically out to deal with the leak, buttocks clenched with determined zeal. I

Grey!" he said, his tired face brightening. "Wherever did you spring from?" "Zeus's forehead, no doubt," Grey said.

wee surprise for ye. Fergus!" Fergus, likewise beaming, came from behind a wagon, ushering a slight man with windblown

Going into his master's house to ravish his daughter's maidenhood—at her request? He had never heard of a less sensible prospect.

A government derives its powers from the just consent of the governed," I quoted, nodding. "For a Committee of Safety to have any legitimacy, there needs to be an obvious threat to the public safety. Clever of the Browns to have reasoned that out." He gave me a look, one auburn brow raised. "Who said that? The consent of the governed." "Thomas Jefferson," I replied, feeling

newly-farrowed sow, but Ian had managed to lean in and