“Fraser stood quite still for a moment, breathing slowly and regarding Woodbine as a tiger might regard a hedgehog: yes, he could… — Diana Gabaldon Humor Copy Share Image
He leaned close, rubbing his bearded cheek against my ear. 'And how about a sweet kiss, now, for the brave lads of… — Diana Gabaldon Brave Copy Share Image
I have friends who are writers who have had movies made of their books, and they are almost uniformly horrified about what's… — Diana Gabaldon Books Copy Share Image
“Well, I suppose men can make all the laws they like," he said, "but God made hope. The stars willna burn out."… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Do you know how rare such a thing is?” he asked quietly. “That peculiar sort of mutual passion?” The one-sided kind was… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
He touched the rough crucifix that lay against his chest and whispered to the moving air, "Lord, that she might be safe,… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
We started watching 'Doctor Who' as a family because our first daughter was a cranky baby, and she would get up during… — Diana Gabaldon Children Copy Share Image
“I concealed the burned spot in a fold of skirt, thinking how odd it was that everyone regarded women as inherently harmless.… — Diana Gabaldon Family Copy Share Image
“...two Protestants, amazingly bound to Catholics and bemused at the strange tides of fate that had washed over them; two men left… — Diana Gabaldon Family Copy Share Image
“that made me relieved that looks in fact cannot kill. Jamie followed me up to my chamber, and somewhat to my surprise,… — Diana Gabaldon Chafing Copy Share Image
“Matters did not proceed as smoothly as he had hoped. For one thing, Maude was present, and loud in her disbelief that… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Babies are soft. Anyone looking at them can see the tender, fragile skin and know it for the rose-leaf softness that invites… — Diana Gabaldon Babies Copy Share Image
“Brave' covers everything from complete insanity and bloody disregard of other people's lives - generals tend to go in for that sort… — Diana Gabaldon Brave Copy Share Image
“William coughed and broke the seal. As usual, the note occupied less than a page and included neither salutation nor closing, Uncle… — Diana Gabaldon Writing Copy Share Image
“Still, as the Mass went on, things seemed more normal; there were Bible readings, quite familiar, and then the accustomed descent into… — Diana Gabaldon Bible Copy Share Image
“He reached out a long arm and drew me in, holding me close against him. I put my arms around him and… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Ian, your Latin would disgrace a dog! And as for the rest, ye havena got enough understanding of Greek to tell the… — Diana Gabaldon Latin Copy Share Image
“You are beautiful,” he whispered to me. “If you say so.” “Do ye not believe me? Have I ever lied to you?”… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“For a moment, half blinded by dirt, I couldn’t see Jamie at all. Then I spotted him. He was under the bear,… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Yes. It doesn't matter what happens; no matter where a child goes - how far or how long. Even if it's forever.… — Diana Gabaldon Children Copy Share Image
“we might as well be afloat as earthbound, the heave and fall beneath me the rise of planking, and the sound of… — Diana Gabaldon Sailing Copy Share Image
Partly because of the way I write - I don't work with an outline or in a straight line. I work where… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“It gave him the same odd sense of dislocation, though; that sense of losing some valuable part of himself that could not… — Diana Gabaldon Daily life Copy Share Image
“They’re only Scotch pearls,” he said, apologetically, “but they look bonny on you.” His fingers lingered a moment on my neck. “Those… — Diana Gabaldon Parenting Copy Share Image
“Jamie, I had found out by accident a few days previously, had never mastered the art of winking one eye. Instead, he… — Diana Gabaldon Art Copy Share Image
“I love you,” he murmured. “Oh, Bree, I do love you.” She didn’t answer, but a hand floated up from the dark… — Diana Gabaldon Love Copy Share Image
“Well, the Church does teach that self-abuse is a sin, but my father said he thought that if it came to a… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Everyone makes choices, and no one knows what may be the end of any of them. If my own was to blame… — Diana Gabaldon Choices Copy Share Image
“Coming back, he saw the dark spots on the back of Jamie’s shirt, blotches where fresh blood had seeped through the bandages.… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
I read all the time. People ask, 'Do you read while you work?' And I say, 'I better.' I take two or… — Diana Gabaldon Book Copy Share Image
“I could feel the hair rising on my forearms, as though with cold, and rubbed them uneasily. Two hundred years. From 1945… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
No wonder he was so good with horses, I thought blearily, feeling his fingers rubbing gently behind my ears, listening to the… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“You're mine, damn ye, Claire Fraser! Mine, and I wilna share ye, with a man or a memory, or anything whatever, so… — Diana Gabaldon Claire fraser Copy Share Image
“Claire knew the flavor of solitude. It was cold as spring water, and not all could drink it; for some it was… — Diana Gabaldon Solitude Copy Share Image
“I have...an understanding. In England." His understanding with James Fraser was that if he were ever to lay a hand on the… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Dorothea is a Grey,” he pointed out. “Any member of her family would pause on the gallows to exchange witty banter with… — Diana Gabaldon Family 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 Compassion Copy Share Image
D'ye ken that the only time I am without pain is in your bed, Sassenach? When I take ye, when I lie… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
I understand the visual media very well, as I used to write comic books for Walt Disney, and I've written a graphic… — Diana Gabaldon Books Copy Share Image
Blood of my Blood," he whispered, "and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
