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

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

Perhaps it was only that the sense of reaching out to something larger than yourself gives you some feeling that there is something larger - and there really has to be, because plainly you aren't sufficient to the situation.

He touched the rough crucifix that lay against his chest and whispered to the moving air, "Lord, that she might be safe, she and my children." Then turned his cheek to her reaching hand and touched her throught the veils of time.

Well I am still not drunk" I straightened up against the pillows as best I could. "You told me once that if you could still stand up, you weren't drunk." You aren't standing up." he point out. You are.

Oh, aye, Sassenach. I am your master . . . and you're mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.

Character, I think, is the single most important thing in fiction. You might read a book once for its interesting plot—but not twice.