I was born for you" -Claire Fraser, Outlander

But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it.

A hedgehog? And just how does a hedgehog make love?" he demanded. No, I thought. I won't. I will not. But I did. "Very carefully," I replied, giggling helplessly. So now we know just how old that one is, I thought.

This wife you have, Bird said at last, deeply contemplative, did you pay a great deal for her? She cost me almost everything I had, he said, with a wry tone that made the others laugh. But worth it.

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

For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary

No wonder he was so good with horses, I thought blearily, feeling his fingers rubbing gently behind my ears, listening to the soothing, incomprehensible speech. If I were a horse, I’d let him ride me anywhere.