I'll scream!" "Likely. If not before, certainly during. I expect they'll hear ye at the next farm; you've got good lungs. — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
One dictum I had learned on the battlefields of France in a far distant war: You cannot save the world, but you… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“...he found that after prolonged contact with Claire and her opinions, he had much less trust in physicians that heretofore - and… — 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
...well, if women's work was never done, why trouble about how much of it wasn't being accomplished at any given moment? — 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 Copy Share Image
“Here I stand on the brink of war again, a citizen of no place, no time, no country but my own .… — 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
“For the moment, everything had disappeared: the church, the battle, the screams and shouts and the rumble of limber wheels along the… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I said, a little breathless. He grinned and pulled me close again. “I said… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“My own eyes went to Jamie, who had come to join Fergus and Ian by the sideboard. Still here, thank God. Tall… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“His Grace woke up in the morning red-eyed as a ferret and in roughly the same temper as a rabid badger. Had… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“The vivid memory of the woods had blossomed into a visceral longing for the Ridge, so immediate that I felt the ghost… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Do you really think we'll ever--" "I do," he said with certainty, not letting me finish. He leaned over and kissed my… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Jamie," I said, "how, exactly, do you decide whether you're drunk?" Aroused by my voice, he swayed alarmingly to one side, but… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
I had one last try. "Does it bother you that I'm not a virgin?" He hesitated a moment before answering. "Well, no,"… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“For my sake,” he said firmly, addressing the air in front of him as though it were a tribunal, “I dinna want… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Really love him, I mean," Geilie persisted. "Not just to bed him; I know you want that, and he does too. They… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“A trained surgeon is also a potential killer, and an important bit of the training lies in accepting the fact. Your intent… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“I know what it felt . . . like when I . . . thought you were dead, and-" A small gasp… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Because I wanted you." He turned from the window to face me. "More than I ever wanted anything in my life," he… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Jaime," I said softly, "are you happy about it? About the baby?" Outlawed in Scotland, barred from his own home, and with… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“When you took me from the witch trial at Cranesmuir--you said then that you would have died with me, you would have… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Well,“ I said, attempting a smile, “at least we know Frank is safe, after all.” Jamie glowered down at me, ruddy brows… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“You're the best man I ever met," I said. "I only meant...it's such a strain, to try and live for two people.… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Where are you going?" I asked, as Frank swung his feet off the bed. "I'd hate the dear old thing to be… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“What's that you're doing, Sassenach?" "Making out little Gizmo's birth certificate--so far as I can," I added. "Gizmo?" he said doubtfully. "That… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“What . . . fellow?” The wind was cool, but I could see sweat trickling down the back of Jamie’s neck, dampening… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Jaime, you must be half-dead" He laughed tiredly, holding me close with one large warm hand on the small of my back.… — Diana Gabaldon 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 Copy Share Image
“Fat-heided creatures, the Carmichaels," she said judiciously. "Loyal enough, but stubborn as rocks." "Thus sayeth a Fraser," I remarked. "The Carmichaels must… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here," he said, so… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Some enterprising rabbit had dug its way under the stakes of my garden again. One voracious rabbit could eat a cabbage down… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“My Da says you’re never drunk, so long as ye can hold on to the floor.” — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
