Do you really think we'll ever--" "I do," he said with certainty, not letting me finish. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "I know it, Sassenach, and so do you. You were meant to be a mother, and I surely dinna intend to let anyone else father your children.

I wouldna cross the road to see a scrawny woman if she was stark naked and dripping wet. ~Jamie Fraser

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

Men would eat horse droppings, if ye served them wi' butter.

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

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

What are you doing with the child?" I inquired cautiously. "I'm teachin' young James here the fine art of not pissing on his feet," he explained.