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

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

And I mean to hear ye groan like that again. And to moan and sob, even though you dinna wish to, for ye canna help it. I mean to make you sigh as though your heart would break, and scream with the wanting, and at last to cry out in my arms, and I shall know that I've served ye well.

Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone, I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One. I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done.

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

forgiveness is not a single act, but a matter of constant practice

And if Time is anything akin to God, I suppose that Memory must be the Devil.