“He bent and kissed me briefly, then headed for the door. Just short of it, though, he turned back. "The, um, sperms ..." he said, a little awkwardly. "Yes?" "Can ye not take them out and give them decent burial… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“The words were before him, and yet I thought he wasn't reading them from the paper, but from the pages of his memory, from the open book of his heart.” — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
