“I know what it felt . . . like when I . . . thought you were dead, and-" A small gasp for breath, and her eyes locked on his. "And I wouldn't do that to you." Her bosom fell… — 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
