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.

It would ha' been a good deal easier, if ye'd only been a witch.

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.

When you hold a child to your breast to nurse, the curve of the little head echoes exactly the curve of the breast it suckles, as though this new person truly mirrors the flesh from which it sprang.

Could I but lay my head in your lap, lass. Feel your hand on me, and sleep wi' the scent of you in my bed. Christ, Sassenach. I need ye.

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

Time is a lot of the things people say that God is. There's always preexisting, and having no end. There's the notion of being all powerful-because nothing can stand against time, can it? Not mountains, not armies. And time is, of course, all-healing. Give anything enough time, and everything is taken care of: all pain encompassed, all hardship erased, all loss subsumed. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Remember, man, that thou art dust; and unto dust thou shalt return. And if time is anything akin to God, I suppose that memory must be the devil.