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

He's a man...and that's no small thing to be.

I wouldna cross the road to see a scrawny woman if she was stark naked and dripping wet. ~Jamie Fraser

The most irritating thing about cliches, I decided, was how frequently they were true.

When God closes a door, he opens a window. Yeah. The problem was that this particular window opened off the tenth story, and he wasn't so sure God supplied parachutes.

If it was a sin for you to choose me . . . then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him for tempting ye to it.

Are some people destined for a great fate, or to do great things? Or is it only that they're born somehow with that great passion - and if they find themselves in the right circumstances, then things happen? It's the sort of thing you wonder.