You'll lie wi' me now," he said quietly. "And I shall use ye as I must. And if you'll have your revenge for it, then take it and welcome, for my soul is yours, in all the black corners of it. Diana Gabaldon More Quotes by Diana Gabaldon More Quotes From Diana Gabaldon People assume that science is a very cold sort of profession, whereas writing novels is a warm and fuzzy intuitive thing. But in fact, they are not at all different. Diana Gabaldon different writing people I work late at night. I'm awake and nobody bothers me. It's quiet and things come and talk to me in the silence. Diana Gabaldon silence quiet night When you're reading, you're not where you are; you're in the book. By the same token, I can write anywhere. Diana Gabaldon reading writing book I have no objection to well-written romance, but I'd read enough of it to know that that's not what I had written. I also knew that if it was sold as romance I'd never be reviewed by the 'New York Times' or any other literarily respectable newspaper - which is basically true, although the 'Washington Post' did get round to me eventually. Diana Gabaldon romance enough new-york What underlies great science is what underlies great art, whether it is visual or written, and that is the ability to distinguish patterns out of chaos. Diana Gabaldon chaos patterns art I work on multiple projects at a time because it keeps me from getting writer's block. Diana Gabaldon multiple projects block It's a good country for myths. Things seem to take root here. Diana Gabaldon myth roots country Highlanders make the truest friends-if only because they make the worst enemies. Diana Gabaldon highlander worst-enemy ifs Alright, all right," I said. "What if I tell you a story, instead?" Highlanders loved stories, and Jamie was no exception. "Oh, aye, " he said, sounding much happier. "What sort of story is it? Diana Gabaldon highlander what-if stories The overseer wouldna speak to me of Ian, but he told me other things that would curl your hair, if it wasna already curled up like sheep's wool." He glanced at me, and a half-smile lit his face, inspite of his obvious perturbation. "Judging by the state of your hair, Sassenach, I should say that it's going to rain verra soon now. Diana Gabaldon rain hair sheep I want to hold you like a kitten in my shirt, and still I want to spread your thighs and plow ye like a rotting bull. I dinna understand myself. Diana Gabaldon rotting bulls want I'll scream!" "Likely. If not before, certainly during. I expect they'll hear ye at the next farm; you've got good lungs. Diana Gabaldon farms scream next There were moments, of course. Those small spaces in time, too soon gone, when everything seems to stand still, and existence is balanced on a perfect point, like the moment of change between the dark and the light, and when both and neither surround you. Diana Gabaldon space light dark I have lived through war, and lost much. I know what's worth the fight, and what is not. Honor and courage are matters of the bone, and what a man will kill for, he will sometimes die for, too. And that, O kinsman, is why a woman has broad hips; that bony basin will harbor a man and his child alike. A man's life springs from his woman's bones, and in her blood is his honor christened. For the sake of love alone, I would walk through fire again. Diana Gabaldon spring war children Sometimes,' he whispered at last, 'sometimes, I dream I am singing, and I wake from it with my throat aching.' He couldn't see her face, or the tears that prickled at the corners of her eyes. 'What do you sing?' she whispered back. She heard the shush of the linen pillow as he shook his head. 'No song I've ever heard, or know,' he said softly. 'But I know I'm singing it for you. Diana Gabaldon eye dream song You could tell from the books whether a library was meant for show or not. Books that were used had an open, interested feel to them, even if closed and neatly lined up on a shelf in strict order with their fellows. You felt as though the book took as much interest in you as you did in it and was willing to help when you reached for it. Diana Gabaldon library order book Home is the place where they have to take you in Diana Gabaldon home I had kissed my share of men, particularly during the war years, when flirtation and instant romance were the light-minded companions of death and uncertainty. Jamie, thought, was something different. His extreme gentleness was in no way tentative; rather it was a promise of power known and held in leash; a challenge and a provocation the more remarkable for its lack of demand. I am yours, it said. And if you will have me, then. Diana Gabaldon light men war Really love him, I mean," Geilie persisted. "Not just to bed him; I know you want that, and he does too. They all do. But do you love him?" Did I love him? Beyond the urges of the flesh? The hole had the dark anonymity of the confessional, and a soul on the verge of death had no time for lies. "Yes," I said, and laid my head back on my knees. It was silent in the hole for some time, and I hovered once more on the verge of sleep, when I heard her speak once more, as though to herself. "So it's possible," she said thoughtfully. Diana Gabaldon sleep mean lying Has he come armed, then?” she asked anxiously. “Has he brought a pistol or a sword?” Ian shook his head, his dark hair lifting wildly in the wind. “Oh, no, Mam!” he said. “It’s worse. He’s brought a lawyer! Diana Gabaldon dark hair wind
