I always thought it would be a simple matter to lie wi' a woman, he said softly. And yet... I want to… — 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
You are safe," he said firmly. "You have my name and my family, my clan, and if necessary, the protection of my… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
At last I took one big, callused hand and slid forward so I knelt on the boards between his knees. I laid… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Murtagh was right about women. Sassenach, I risked my life for ye, committing theft, arson, assault, and murder into the bargain. In… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Do you know,' he said again softly, addressing his hands, 'what it is to love someone, and never - never! - be… — 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
I'm afraid that my wife picked up a number of colorful expressions from the Yanks and such, Frank offered, with a nervous… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
There was a feeling, not sudden, but complete, as though I had been given a small object to hold unseen in my… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
He splayed a hand out over the photographs, trembling fingers not quite touching the shiny surface, and then he turned and leaned… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
But we are here, all of us. And we're here because I love you, more than the life that was mine. Because… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
I was crying for joy, my Sassenach,' he said softly. He reached out slowly and took my face between his hands. "And… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
I was crying and laughing, snuffing tears and blood, bumping at him with my bound hands, trying awkwardly to thrust them at… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Could I but lay my head in your lap, lass. Feel your hand on me, and sleep wi' the scent of you… — 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
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
How did you keep this by you?" Grey demanded abruptly. "You were searched to the skin when you were brought back." The… — 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
