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

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.

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.

There aren't any answers, only choices

It isn't necessary to have relatives in Kansas City in order to be unhappy.

Someone must stand up to confront and dissipate darkness.

Sorrow is an opportunity to appreciate happiness.

The City is free of sinThe snow has given it absolution A man who slips A horse that fallsOh no, the city is in a nightgown

...I have always maintained that, excepting fools, men did not differ much in intellect, only in zeal and hard work; and I still think there is an eminently important difference.

We need to be together, and love each other.

I've always remained totally myself, which is to say, without an idea... of what to do.

Untouchability is an error of long standing.

Really, how bad is eating a piece of cake? Being bad is murdering someone. That's bad. Don't do that.

The most terrible of all things is terror.