Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone, I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One. I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done.

I thought I could make out Jamie's Highland screech, but that was likely imagination; they all sounded equally demented.

There comes a turning point in intense physical struggle where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resource, ignoring the costs until the struggle is over. Women find this point in childbirth; men in battle.

...well, if women's work was never done, why trouble about how much of it wasn't being accomplished at any given moment?

I work on multiple projects at a time because it keeps me from getting writer's block.

It was in a way a comforting idea; if there was all the time in the world, then the happenings of a given moment became less important.

Roger speaking to Brianna: It's too important. You don't forget having a dad." You do remember your father?" No. I remember yours.