No wonder men got impervious to superficial pain, I thought. It came from this habit of hammering each other incessantly.

It has always been forever, for me, Sassenach

Well, I can't remember not being able to read. I was told I could read by myself very well at the age of three.

I was crying and laughing, snuffing tears and blood, bumping at him with my bound hands, trying awkwardly to thrust them at him so that he could cut the rope. He quit grappling, and clutched me so hard against him that I yelped in pain as my face was pressed against his plaid. He was saying something else, urgently, but I couldn’t manage to translate it. Energy pulsed through him, hot and violent, like the current in a live wire, and I vaguely realized that he was still almost berserk; he had no English.

Gentle he would be, denied he would not.

Oh, Claire, ye do break my heart wi' loving you.

That's for calling your father a fool. It may be true, but it's disrespectful. Brian Fraser to teenage Jamie