“I'd known that, consciously-and yet I had done it anyway, gone right on with my plans, pursuing my routines, as though life… — Diana Gabaldon Acting Copy Share Image
“There are things ye maybe canna tell me, he had said. I willna ask ye, or force ye. But when ye do… — Diana Gabaldon Respect Copy Share Image
“He shook his head and squeezed my hand tight. "You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered, "You are… — Diana Gabaldon Courage Copy Share Image
Everyone can lie, young Roger, given cause enough. Even me. It's only that it's harder for those of us who live in… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“You will never satisfy a woman,” she said softly. “Any woman who shared your bed will leave after no more than a… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“There were still choices to be made, decisions to reach, actions to take. Many of them. But in one...single declaration of intent,… — Diana Gabaldon Declaration Copy Share Image
“the difference between an American and an Englishman. An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
When you hold a child to your breast to nurse, the curve of the little head echoes exactly the curve of the… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there’s no so much I can be saying to… — 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
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
“All right," I said, waving the cup away and dabbing moisture very carefully from my lips. "I'm fine." I breathed shallowly, feeling… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Ye can at least promise me the victory,” he said, but his voice held the whisper of a question. “Yes,” I said,… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“You carry me with ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens. You are mine, always, if ye… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“With a firm step, he walked down the hall and turned the white china knob of his door, the porcelain smooth and… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“I held him to my breast, arms tight around the broad, shaking shoulders, and my own tears fell on his hair, making… — Diana Gabaldon Healing Copy Share Image
“The first evening in an inn, though, I had remained awake for a good half-hour, fascinated by the remarkable variety of noises… — Diana Gabaldon Dormitory Copy Share Image
The Internet has improved a lot in the last few years, but still, you wouldn't want to depend on Web sources for… — 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 Book Copy Share Image
“His flesh seemed to melt comfortably into Roger’s own, his trust so complete that it was not necessary even to maintain the… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Jamie felt a strong desire to go across and see what the open books were, to go to the shelves and run… — Diana Gabaldon Book Copy Share Image
Well I am still not drunk" I straightened up against the pillows as best I could. "You told me once that if… — Diana Gabaldon Drunk Copy Share Image
“The Continental army got more generals than they got private soldiers, these days. An officer lives through more 'n two battles, they… — Diana Gabaldon Generals Copy Share Image
“I found myself thinking that I had always heretofore assumed that the tendency of eighteenth-century ladies to swoon was due to tight… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“So now it's space and time," he said. "You ever watch Doctor Who on PBS?" "All the time," she said dryly, "on… — Diana Gabaldon Doctor Copy Share Image
“Dr. Stern told me that the wilderness of Carolina is alive wi’ fierce creatures—bears and wildcats and wicked panthers—and a great foul… — Diana Gabaldon Animals Copy Share Image
“So you've not only somehow married Fraser's wife, but you've accidentally been raising his illegitimate son for the last fifteen years?” — Diana Gabaldon Fifteen years Copy Share Image
“Your son is a drunkard,” she informed him. Then she caught a whiff of Roger’s breath. “Following in his father’s footsteps, I… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back through the years; we see the shape of… — Diana Gabaldon Ghosts 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
“Towering pines and hemlocks, was it? I thought, clambering over the burled knots of a fallen tree. The monstrous trunks rose so… — Diana Gabaldon Trees Copy Share Image
Deftly whipping a small tuning fork from his pocket, he struck it smartly against a pillar and held it next to Jamie's… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
If nobody needs me - and usually, these days, they don't - I'll fall asleep until around midnight. Then I go upstairs… — Diana Gabaldon Asleep Copy Share Image
“And if she had not come back to me...if you had not come...if I had known for sure that both of you… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
All I had when I began writing the first book was rather vague images conjured up by the notion of a man… — Diana Gabaldon Book Copy Share Image
When' Voyager', the third book of the series, hit the 'New York Times' bestseller list, they very honorably redesigned the covers and… — Diana Gabaldon Book Copy Share Image
“Are you alright?" "No, I bumped my head." Rubbing the spot, I looked dazedly around the bare hallway. "What did I bang… — Diana Gabaldon Bumped Copy Share Image
“You invent yourself...You look at other women-or men; you try on their lives for size. You take what you can use, and… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
I'm a really slow writer. What I need to start writing on any given day, is a kernel, a line of dialogue,… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“The impulse to touch a sleeping child never fades, no matter that the child is a good deal larger than her mother,… — Diana Gabaldon Child Copy Share Image
