It was as if there was a - it wasna a door, exactly, but a passageway of some kind - before me. And I could go through it, if I wanted. And I did want to, he said, giving me a sideways glance and a sh...
It was a leap of faith—to throw one’s heart across a gulf, and trust another to catch it.
It took two days, and God kens well that I recall every second of those days—yet it seems that I lost her between one heartbeat and the next. And I—I keep lookin’ for her there, in that space between.
If your head thinks up mischief, your backside’s going to pay for it.
If a ship's coming in from a port known to have plague of some kind, the damned Hollanders make the sailors swim ashore naked.
I'll leave it to you, Sassenach, he said dryly, to imagine what it feels like to arrive unexpectedly in the midst of a brothel, in possession of a verra large sausage.
I was of an age, after all, where … Well, on the other hand, he presumably didn’t have the same instinctive reactions that the majority of men did, in terms of feminine attractions. Which rather left...
I sat down quietly in a corner with my glass of port, and kept quiet while Simon questioned Jamie once again about Charles Stuart’s situation and prospects.
I kept thinking—how should I tell ye everything, about Geneva, and Willie, and John—will ye know about John?
I felt simultaneously wonderful and wretched, and didn’t know from moment to moment which feeling was uppermost.
How many 'inventions' are really memories, of the things we once knew?
His most intimate keepsake was one that could not be lost or stolen, though. He flexed his left hand, where the thin white line of the letter C—carved a little crookedly, but still perfectly legible—s...
Highlanders make the truest friends-if only because they make the worst enemies.
He’d told Jamie Fraser the truth—the whole bloody truth—and
He wanted to ask whether she were insane, but he had been married long enough to know the price of injudicious rhetorical questions.
He told me. About everything.
He still didn’t know why the frog hadn’t killed him.
He grinned wryly at his nephew. Ye’ll amount to something for your mother’s sake—if it kills us both.
He didn’t speak for a bit, but his weight drew me closer, like a moon pulled near to its planet. I lay quiet, my hand on him, my hip against his—flesh of his flesh.
He choked, laughed in a shocked way, wept a little more,