“And I don’t recommend murder as a way of settling difficult situations. It tends to lead to complications—but not nearly as many… — Diana Gabaldon Difficult situations Copy Share Image
“A brown, rocklike fist rose out of the mass and descended with considerable force, meeting decisively with some bony protuberance, by the… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
One of the great perks of being a writer is that you can work when you're mentally capable of it, not when… — Diana Gabaldon Being 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
“You’ve not been sleeping proper,” Byrd said accusingly. “I can tell. You’ve been a-wallowing on your pillow; your hair’s a right rat’s… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Don’t you know any better, guava-head?” “Don’t call me that!” the smaller boy shouted, face contorting in rage. “Shitface!” “Frog-guts!” “Caca-brains!” — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
It wasn't a thing I had consciously missed, but having it now reminded me of the joy of it; that drowsy intimacy… — Diana Gabaldon Body Copy Share Image
“Soldiers manage by dividing themselves. They're one man in the killing, another at home, and the man that dandles his bairn on… — Diana Gabaldon Peace Copy Share Image
“How shall I tell ye what it is, to feel the need of a place?" he said softly. "The need of snow… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“The door was now ajar, the light of an unknown future shining through its crack. But it would take more strength than… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“He bent and kissed me briefly, then headed for the door. Just short of it, though, he turned back. "The, um, sperms… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Never,"he whispered to me, face only inches from mine. "Never," I said, and turned my head, closing my eyes to escape the… — Diana Gabaldon Closing my eyes Copy Share Image
“In defense of King, country, and family, he would unhesitatingly have sacrificed his virtue to Nessie, had that been required. If it… — Diana Gabaldon British army Copy Share Image
“Then kiss me, Claire,” he whispered. “And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.” I… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
I dinna know what's a sadist. And if I forgive you for this afternoon, I reckon you'll forgive me, too, as soon… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
I have never seen a script that hasn't gone through at least eight different iterations before they even begin filming, and frequently… — Diana Gabaldon Actor Copy Share Image
“One of the happiest days of my life was when my mother wrote a note to the public librarians saying 'Let her… — Diana Gabaldon Life Copy Share Image
“...he found that after prolonged contact with Claire and her opinions, he had much less trust in physicians that heretofore - and… — Diana Gabaldon Claire fraser Copy Share Image
“Life among academics had taught me that a well-expressed opinion is usually better than a badly expressed fact, so far as professional… — Diana Gabaldon Life Copy Share Image
“Dorothea is a Grey,” he pointed out. “Any member of her family would pause on the gallows to exchange witty banter with… — Diana Gabaldon Family Copy Share Image
You are my courage, as I am your conscience," he whispered. "You are my heart---and I your compassion. We are neither of… — Diana Gabaldon Compassion Copy Share Image
“You're mine, damn ye, Claire Fraser! Mine, and I wilna share ye, with a man or a memory, or anything whatever, so… — Diana Gabaldon Claire fraser Copy Share Image
“Claire knew the flavor of solitude. It was cold as spring water, and not all could drink it; for some it was… — Diana Gabaldon Solitude Copy Share Image
“I have...an understanding. In England." His understanding with James Fraser was that if he were ever to lay a hand on the… — 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 Book Copy Share Image
No wonder he was so good with horses, I thought blearily, feeling his fingers rubbing gently behind my ears, listening to the… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“I could feel the hair rising on my forearms, as though with cold, and rubbed them uneasily. Two hundred years. From 1945… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Well, the Church does teach that self-abuse is a sin, but my father said he thought that if it came to a… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Coming back, he saw the dark spots on the back of Jamie’s shirt, blotches where fresh blood had seeped through the bandages.… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Everyone makes choices, and no one knows what may be the end of any of them. If my own was to blame… — Diana Gabaldon Choices Copy Share Image
“Still, he was pleased to know that he could recall so much of the play and passed the rest of the journey… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“You're mine, mo duinne...Mine alone, now and forever...Aye, I mean to use ye hard, my Sassenach...I want to own you, to posses… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
The colors of living things begin to fade with the last breath, and the soft, springy skin and supple muscle rot within… — Diana Gabaldon Bears Copy Share Image
Hodie mihi cras tibi, said the inscription. Sic transit gloria mundi. My turn today, yours tomorrow. And thus passes away the glory… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Hard to believe lightning can strike twice, but it surely did. The moment Caitriona Balfe came on screen, I sat up straight… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
Are some people destined for a great fate, or to do great things? Or is it only that they're born somehow with… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image
“Anybody messes with the girls, we’ll take care of him right smart,” the elder Wurm assured Ian. “It’s not that hard,” the… — Diana Gabaldon Elder 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
“The room was dark with rainlight, though, and the roof thrummed overhead. The sound of it seemed inside his blood, like the… — 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
