This is our time. Until that time stops - for one of us, for both – it is our time. Now. Will you waste it, because you are afraid?

Do you really think we'll ever--" "I do," he said with certainty, not letting me finish. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "I know it, Sassenach, and so do you. You were meant to be a mother, and I surely dinna intend to let anyone else father your children.

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.

So remember it, lad. If your head thinks up mischief, your backside's going to pay for it. Brian Fraser to young Jamie

It was in a way a comforting idea; if there was all the time in the world, then the happenings of a given moment became less important.

It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.

Not for the first time, I reflected that intimacy and romance are not synonymous.