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

Really rather fascinating, you know,' he confided, and I recognized, with an internal sigh, the song of the scholar, as identifying a sound as the terr-whit! of a thrush.

If she was broken, she would slash him with her jagged edges, reckless as a drunkard with a shattered bottle.

you might not be the first person l kissed, but you will be the last' Jamie to Claire in Outlander (not word perfect)

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

It's a good country for myths. Things seem to take root here.

Your face is my heart