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
“I’m not sure that religion was constructed with time travelers in mind.” Buck’s brows rose at that. “Constructed?” he echoed, surprised. “Who… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Some time later, long after 'Voyager' was published, I came across the Dunbonnet in another reference, and it gave an expanded version,… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Pointless to spend too much time in planning, anyway, given the propensity of life to make sudden left-hand turns without warning.” — 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 Copy Share Image
“This is the thin time, when the beloved dead draw near. The world turns inward, and the chilling air grows thick with… — Diana Gabaldon 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
“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
You see one scene shot 25 times in one day, which is totally fascinating, but while you're watching it, you're remembering, 'This… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Claire’s hands moved when she talked, rising long and white in the air, as though she would catch the future between them… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“That's how ye do it,' his brother Ian had told him... 'Ye find a way to live for that one more minute.… — 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… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“I want him.” I had not said that to Jamie at our marriage; I had not wanted him, then. But I had… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
There are lines of geomagnetic force running through the Earth's crust, and most of the time, these run in opposing directions -… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
When I asked my da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I'd have… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“In older, more primitive times (like these? asked another part of my mind), it was an act of trust to sleep in… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Fraser stood quite still for a moment, breathing slowly and regarding Woodbine as a tiger might regard a hedgehog: yes, he could… — 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 read some books, and I thought, 'This is better than sliced bread!' and a month later, I couldn't remember thinking about… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Brianna was twenty-three. She might be no more than in her mid-thirties by the time Jem was fully independent. And if he… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
As usual, the note occupied less than a page and included neither salutation nor closing, Uncle Hal's opinion being that since the… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Don't move, Sassenach," Jamie's voice came softly, next to me. "Just for a moment, mo duinne--be still." I obligingly froze, until he… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Sorcha,” he whispered, and realized that he had called her so a moment before. Now, that was odd; no wonder she had… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“I married a lady and she became a whore. I cannot complain if it should be the other way about this time.”… — 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
“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 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
“I have noticed,” she said slowly, “that time does not really exist for mothers, with regard to their children. It does not… — 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
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
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
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
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
“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
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
“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
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
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
When you're an artist, you can't write with the intent of affecting anyone. — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
“But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other,… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
“I didn’t answer, occupied in dissolving the penicillin tablets in the vial of sterile water. I selected a glass barrel, fitted a needle, and… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share
