The past is gone-the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I.

While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them.

If ye loved him, he must ha' been a good man.' 'Yes, he...was.' 'Then I shall do my best to honor his spirit by serving his wife.

"Sassenach." He had called me that from the first; the Gaelic word for outlander, a stranger. An Englishman. First in jest, then in affection.

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

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

Oh, womanly sympathy, love AND food?" I said, laughing. "Don't want a lot, do you?