“Yes, to-morrow every Duchess in London will be wanting to kiss me!”

“I grabbed my book and opened it up. I wanted to smell it. Heck, I wanted to kiss it. Yes, kiss it. That's right, I am a book kisser. Maybe that's kind of perverted or maybe it's just romantic and highly intelligent.”

“Don't you want me to kiss you goodbye, sweetie?"
"Kiss a cow farm boy”

“and then you stopped. And looked at me. And I knew then exactly what was going to happen. You kissed me, yes. But it was not just goodnight. Even then, I could feel the promise in it. The promise that you would kiss me just like that, forever.”

“Your kisses are thieves which leave me wanting nothing.”

“You want me to begin a novel with The two women were alone in the London flat?”

““Whats o’clock?”
It wants a quarter to twelve,
And to-morrow’s doomsday.”

“I don’t want to forget any of this. The way he’s looking at me at this very moment. How, when he kisses me, I still get shivers down my back, every time. I want to hold on to everything so tight.”

“Do ye want me?" he whispered. "Sassenach, will ye take me - and risk the man that I am, for the sake of the man ye knew?”

“You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I willna let ye go”