An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; and American thinks a hundred years is a long time

But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it.

It has always been forever, for me, Sassenach

When the day shall come that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'-ye'll ken it was because I didna have time.

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.

I meant it, Claire,' he said quietly. 'My life is yours. And it's yours to decide what we shall do, where we go next. To France, to Italy, even back to Scotland. My heart has been yours since first I saw ye, and you've held my soul and body between your two hands here, and kept them safe. We shall go as ye say.

To see the years touch ye gives me joy", he whispered, "for it means that ye live.