[Connor to Major Wentworth, grandson of King George]"My fathers were lairds in the Highlands when yours were still farmin' kale back in Germany!

Och, Sarah, how shall I call augh’ beautiful again unless it be the sight of you?

[Connor, prepared to sacrifice himself to save Sarah]God, I pray, give me the strength to live the next hour well.

I've bled for you. I've killed for you. I've held you in my arms and done my best to make love to you. I'd give my life to protect you. Now I sit beside you, askin' you to trust me.

Making love with you is even more wonderful than making music."He drew her closer. "Och, Sarah, you _are_ my music.

Killy arched an eyebrow in disbelief. "Don't be thinkin' you can deceive this old man. I've been makin' a fool of myself over women since before you were born.

For Art alone is great:The bust survives the state, The crown the potentate.

When I sit down to write a novel, I am exploring my own relationship with God, with the struggle between good and evil, my own purpose.

Nonfiction is easy and fiction is hard.

I feel very bad about getting things wrong.

The Devil did not tempt Adam and Eve to steal, to lie, to kill, to commit adultery; he tempted them to live independent of God.

Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.

It's very important that we start creating new content again. We can only build on nostalgia so much before we have nothing left to build on.

If the will did not exist, neither would there be that centre of the world, which we call the I.

No artist produces great art by a deliberate attempt to express his own personality.

I will not be ignored.