Highlanders make the truest friends-if only because they make the worst enemies.

There were moments, of course. Those small spaces in time, too soon gone, when everything seems to stand still, and existence is balanced on a perfect point, like the moment of change between the dark and the light, and when both and neither surround you.

Why, what's the matter wi' the poor child?" she demanded of Jamie. "Has she had an accident o' some sort?" "No, it's only she's married me," he said, "though if ye care to call it an accident, ye may.

You dinna need to understand me, Sassenach," he said quietly. "So long as you love me.

Tell him I hate him to his guts and the marrow of his bones!

I want to hold you like a kitten in my shirt, and still I want to spread your thighs and plow ye like a rotting bull. I dinna understand myself.

If I find I need guidance, I’ll ask.