Ye werena the first lass I kissed," he said softly. "But I swear you'll be the last.

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.

She was young and scared, and hadn't realized there was time to spare.

Take motherhood: nobody ever thought of putting it on a moral pedestal until some brash feminists pointed out, about a century ago, that the pay is lousy and the career ladder nonexistent.

And it was most important to do what one knew was right, for otherwise the day might come when one could no longer tell the difference between right and wrong.

Self-taught are those without formal education. Most self-taught artists have missing ingredients to their work.

America looks to have a great relationship with all countries, ideally. That won't necessarily happen, unfortunately probably won't happen with many countries.

Street protests in Saudi Arabia might warm our hearts, but they could easily lead to $250 a barrel oil and a global recession.

Museums are custodians of epiphanies, and these epiphanies enter the central nervous system and deep recesses of the mind.

Performance stands out like a ton of diamonds. Nonperformance can always be explained away.

Why is it illegal to park in a handicapped parking space but okay to go the bathroom in a handicapped stall?

The Jews, a headstrong, moody, murmuring race.