I want to hold you like a kitten in my shirt, and still I want to spread your thighs and plow ye like a rotting bull. I dinna understand myself.

You dinna need to understand me, Sassenach," he said quietly. "So long as you love me.

There is an oath upon her," he said to Arch, and I realized dimly that he was still speaking in Gaelic, though I understood him clearly. "She may not kill, save it is for mercy or her life. It is myself who kills for her.

He gave you to me," she said, so low I could hardly hear her. "Now I have to give you back to him, Mama.

Boldness in battle is nothing out of the way... but to face down fear in cold blood is rare in any man.

People assume that science is a very cold sort of profession, whereas writing novels is a warm and fuzzy intuitive thing. But in fact, they are not at all different.

Sometimes our best action result in things that are most regrettable.