Hodie mihi cras tibi, said the inscription. Sic transit gloria mundi. My turn today, yours tomorrow. And thus passes away the glory of the world.

We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.

I don't plot the books out ahead of time, I don't plan them. I don't begin at the beginning and end at the end. I don't work with an outline and I don't work in a straight line.

Oh, womanly sympathy, love AND food?" I said, laughing. "Don't want a lot, do you?

If I die before I say 'I love you' it's because I didn't have the time.

I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. "And Sassenach," he whispered, "Your face is my heart.

That's for calling your father a fool. It may be true, but it's disrespectful. Brian Fraser to teenage Jamie