I always thought it would be a simple matter to lie wi' a woman, he said softly. And yet... I want to fall on my face at your feet and worship you"-he dropped the towel and reached out, taking me by the shoulders-"and still I want to force ye to your knees before me, and hold ye there wi' me hands tangled in your hair, and your mouth at my service...and I want both things at the same time, Sassenach.

And Finally I put down the last and the best advice I knew, on growing older. 'Stand up straight and try not to get fat.

He was dead. However, his nose throbbed painfully, which he thought odd in the circumstances.

We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.

That's what marriage is good for; it makes a sacrament out of things ye'd otherwise have to confess. Jamie Fraser

Gentle he would be, denied he would not.

Character, I think, is the single most important thing in fiction. You might read a book once for its interesting plot—but not twice.