Scots have long memories, and they're not the most forgiving of people.

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

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

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

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.

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

Boldness in battle is nothing out of the way... but to face down fear in cold blood is rare in any man.

To see the years touch ye gives me joy", he whispered, "for it means that ye live.

All I want, is for you to love me. Not because of what I can do or what I look like, or because I love you - just because I am.

The most irritating thing about cliches, I decided, was how frequently they were true.

Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone, I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One. I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done.

An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; and American thinks a hundred years is a long time

Your face is my heart Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul

When you're reading, you're not where you are; you're in the book. By the same token, I can write anywhere.

Well, I can't remember not being able to read. I was told I could read by myself very well at the age of three.

I can bear pain myself, he said softly, but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have.

It has always been forever, for me, Sassenach

Knowing that everything is possible suddenly nothing is necessary.

The past is gone-the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I.