Diana Gabaldon Thoughts

He's a man and that's no small thing to be.

But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it.

Torn between the impulse to stroke his head, and the urge to cave it in with a rock, I did neither.

Ye werena the first lass I kissed," he said softly. "But I swear you'll be the last.

Lord that she might be safe. She and my children.

I thought I could make out Jamie's Highland screech, but that was likely imagination; they all sounded equally demented.

It's only that ye looked so beautiful, wi' the fire on your face, and your hair waving in the wind. I wanted to remember it.

Not for the first time, I reflected that intimacy and romance are not synonymous.

If ye loved him, he must ha' been a good man.' 'Yes, he...was.' 'Then I shall do my best to honor his spirit by serving his wife.

Then let amourous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred and a Thousand more