I was born for you" -Claire Fraser, Outlander

We have nothing now between us, save - respect, perhaps. And I think that respect has maybe room for secrets, but not for lies.

Am I a man? To want you so badly that nothing else matters? To see you, and know I would sacrifice honor or family or life itself to lie wi' you, even though ye'd left me?

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.

It's a good country for myths. Things seem to take root here.

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

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.