“You're mine, mo duinne… Mine alone, now and forever… Aye, I mean to use ye hard, my Sassenach… I want to own you, to posses you, body and soul." pge 319”

“Are you mine?”
Yes.
“Are you mine?”
Yes.
“Are you mine?”
No.
“No?”
No. I loved being yours. But now I’m mine, which is all I ever was, in the end.”

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

“I want you to be mine, again, baby
I know my lifestyle is driving you crazy
Aye, I cannot see myself without you”

“Blood of my Blood," he whispered, "and bone of my bone. You carry me within ye, Claire, and ye canna leave me now, no matter what happens, You are mine, always, if ye will it or no, if ye want me or nay. Mine, and I wilna let ye go.”

“." And now, you are forever mine.”

“I'm nobody's child.
You're mine now. Not my child, but mine, to miss you when you go, to look out for you, to hope you'll be careful.”

“There are things our souls want, and mine wants you.”

“You're mine, damn ye, Claire Fraser! Mine, and I wilna share ye, with a man or a memory, or anything whatever, so long as both shall live.”

“I canna look at ye asleep without wanting to wake ye, Sassenach.” His hand cupped my breast, gently now. “I suppose I find myself lonely without ye.”