“I want to take ye to bed. In my bed. And I mean to spend the rest of the day thinking what… — Diana Gabaldon 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 Copy Share Image
When the day shall come that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
A hedgehog? And just how does a hedgehog make love?" he demanded. No, I thought. I won't. I will not. But I… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Oh, 'Pandaemonium', by Chris Brookmyre! Just fabulous - such a layered, beautifully structured, engaging, intelligent book. I love all Chris's stuff, but… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
I have no objection to well-written romance, but I'd read enough of it to know that that's not what I had written.… — 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
“Is thee afraid of me, Rachel?" he whispered. "I am," she whispered back, and closed her hand on his wounded shoulder, lightly… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Amphora,” he murmured against the wide, sweet curve of her lips. His hands slid over the wide, sweet curve of her hips,… — 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
“Your mother said that Fraser sent her back to me, knowing that I would protect her--and you. ... And like him, perhaps… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“What is it, love?" I whispered. "Jamie, I do love you." "I know it," he said quietly. "I do know it, my… — 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
“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
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
