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

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

I thought I could make out Jamie's Highland screech, but that was likely imagination; they all sounded equally demented.

Then kiss me, Claire," he whispered, "And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.

That's not precisely what I had in mind." Jamie, I had found out by accident a few days previously, had never mastered the art of winking one eye. Instead, he blinked solemnly, like a large red owl.

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

I have lived through war, and lost much. I know what's worth the fight, and what is not. Honor and courage are matters of the bone, and what a man will kill for, he will sometimes die for, too. And that, O kinsman, is why a woman has broad hips; that bony basin will harbor a man and his child alike. A man's life springs from his woman's bones, and in her blood is his honor christened. For the sake of love alone, I would walk through fire again.