Home is the place where they have to take you in.
If I find I need guidance, I’ll ask.
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.
Healing comes from the healed; not from the physician.
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.
Your face is my heart Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul.
I felt the tributaries of his veins, wished to enter into his bloodstream, travel there, dissolved and bodiless, to take refuge in the thick walled chambers of his heart.
Everyone can lie, young Roger, given cause enough. Even me. It’s only that it’s harder for those of us who live in glass faces; we have to think up our lies ahead of time.
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.
I work on multiple projects at a time because it keeps me from getting writer’s block.
I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love.
Then let amourous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred and a Thousand more.
While the Lord might insist that vengeance was His, no male Highlander of my acquaintance had ever thought it right that the Lord should be left to handle such things without assistance.
Men go where they will, they do as they must; it is not a woman’s part to bid them to stay, nor yet to reproach them for being what they are-or for not coming back.
The most irritating thing about cliches, I decided, was how frequently they were true.
And if your life is a suitable exchange for my honor, why is my honor not a suitable exchange for your life?
I’m afraid that my wife picked up a number of colorful expressions from the Yanks and such, Frank offered, with a nervous smile. True, I said, gritting my teeth as I wrapped a water-soaked napkin about my hand. Men tend to be very colorful when you’re picking shrapnel out of them.
There comes a turning point in intense physical struggle where one abandons oneself to a profligate usage of strength and bodily resource, ignoring the costs until the struggle is over. Women find this point in childbirth; men in battle.
Not for the first time, I reflected that intimacy and romance are not synonymous.
While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them.