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.
Diana GabaldonIt'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.
Diana GabaldonThe colors of living things begin to fade with the last breath, and the soft, springy skin and supple muscle rot within weeks. But the bones sometimes remain, faithful echoes of the shape, to bear some last faint witness to the glory of what was.
Diana Gabaldon