“I won’t forget you, she said silently to the dead. It seemed so pitiful a thing to say—so small and futile. And… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Mo Nighean donn," he whispered," mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart." Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“What he felt, though, was the echo of her flesh, and the reverberations of their farewell, with all its doubts and pleasures.” — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Conflict and character are the heart of good fiction, and good mystery has both of those in spades. — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“It hadn't occurred to him that if she had little else, it would be that much more important to Joan Findlay to… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“I could feel his heart beating against my ribs, and wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, not moving, not making… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
For I had come back, and I dreamed once more in the cool air of the Highlands. And the voice of my… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Aye, well, he'll be wed a long time," he said callously. "Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“He wished to cover her with his body, possess her-for if he could do that, he could pretend to himself that she… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Only you," he said, so softly I could barely hear him. "To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“If needs must, she could do those things for herself-or find another man. And yet...she needed him-would mourn his loss if it… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Did that mean she had not cared deeply for any of her husbands? I wondered. Or only that she was a woman… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
And I mean to hear ye groan like that again. And to moan and sob, even though you dinna wish to, for… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart---and I your compassion. We are neither of… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
…but Sassenach—I am the true home of your heart, and I know that.” He lifted my hands to his mouth and kissed… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
It was one of those strange moments that came to him rarely, but never left. A moment that stamped itself on heart… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
D'ye think I don't know?" he asked softly. "It's me that has the easy part now. For if ye feel for me… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
I meant it, Claire,' he said quietly. 'My life is yours. And it's yours to decide what we shall do, where we… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“She supposed she ought to feel exposed in some way, the privacy of her thoughts and dreams laid bare to him—but she… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
I felt the tributaries of his veins, wished to enter into his bloodstream, travel there, dissolved and bodiless, to take refuge in… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Alright, all right," I said. "What if I tell you a story, instead?" Highlanders loved stories, and Jamie was no exception. "Oh, aye, "… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
There were moments, of course. Those small spaces in time, too soon gone, when everything seems to stand still, and existence is balanced on… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
If it was a sin for you to choose me . . . then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
When I turned 35, I thought, 'Mozart was dead at 36, so I set the bar: I'm going to start writing a book on… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
I stagger out of bed, take the dogs outside, and then I'll get a Diet Coke and a couple of dog biscuits and go… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
“It was…hard. I didna call out, or let them see I was scairt, but I couldna keep my feet. Halfway through it, I fell… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
I discovered that, given the indescribable nature of what I write, the only way to sell it is to give people free samples. — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
“We are bound,you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you."One large hand rose to stroke my hair. "D'ye mind… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
I think characters are going to be, if not a reflection of the author, at least some refraction of some part of their personality. — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
My husband asked me once why I read so many mysteries, and part of it is just intellectual, part of it is the joy… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
When you're an artist, you can't write with the intent of affecting anyone. — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
“But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other,… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
“I didn’t answer, occupied in dissolving the penicillin tablets in the vial of sterile water. I selected a glass barrel, fitted a needle, and… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
