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“It wasn't a thing I had consciously missed, but having it now reminded me of the joy of it; that drowsy intimacy in which a man's body is accessible to you as your own, the strange shapes and textures of it like a sudden extension of your own limbs.”

“You dinna need to understand me, Sassenach," he said quietly. "So long as you love me.”

“Why, what's the matter wi' the poor child?" she demanded of Jamie. "Has she had an accident o' some sort?"

"No, it's only she's married me," he said, "though if ye care to call it an accident, ye may.”

“Not for the first time, I reflected that intimacy and romance are not synonymous.”

“This is our time. Until that time stops - for one of us, for both – it is our time. Now. Will you waste it, because you are afraid?”

“Character, I think, is the single most important thing in fiction. You might read a book once for its interesting plot—but not twice.”

“For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here," he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you… I have no name.”

“Mo Nighean donn," he whispered," mo chridhe. My brown lass, my heart."
Come to me. Cover me. Shelter me. a bhean, heal me. Burn with me, as I burn for you.”

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

“Gentle he would be, denied he would not.”

“An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; and American thinks a hundred years is a long time”

“All right you bloody Scottish bastard, lets see how stubborn you really are.”

“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.”

“That's what marriage is good for; it makes a sacrament out of things ye'd otherwise have to confess. Jamie Fraser”

“Only you," he said, so softly I could barely hear him. "To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service of my hands. To give ye my name, and all my heart and soul with it. Only you. Because ye will not let me lie--and yet ye love me.”

“Then kiss me, Claire," he whispered, "And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.”

“It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.”

“Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers.”

“For if you feel for me as i do for you - then I am asking you to tear out your heart and live without it.”