Knowing that everything is possible suddenly nothing is necessary.

When the day shall come that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'-ye'll ken it was because I didna have time.

Does it ever stop? The wanting you?" "Even when I've just left ye. I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.

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

Torn between the impulse to stroke his head, and the urge to cave it in with a rock, I did neither.

I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.

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.

One dictum I had learned on the battlefields of France in a far distant war: You cannot save the world, but you might save the man in front of you, if you work fast enough.

Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.

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

D'ye ken that the only time I am without pain is in your bed, Sassenach? When I take ye, when I lie in your arms-my wounds are healed, then, my scars forgotten.

How on earth did I get here, and where the hell are my pants?

When it is a question of money everybody is of the same religion.

I enjoy being surprised.

It's hard to tell what's true compassion, when it's dressed up in hair and nails and fashion.

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.

You can't expect to make all this money and not go through problems. You can't expect God to give you everything you want without taking something away.

It's true that many say that [they] object to the idea of "human nature," but it's not clear what that is supposed to mean. Are we different from ants?

I don't really usually write sort of a cheerleader-type lyric.

Sorry, there's nothing like a screaming baby to make a mother twitch.