If I die before I say 'I love you' it's because I didn't have the time.

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.

I have walked myself into my best thoughts and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it.

You may as well know, right here, that you can never have riches in great quantities, unless you can work yourself into a white heat of desire for money, and actually believe you will possess it.

The creative process is a process of surrender, not control.

God wills, man dreams, the work is born.

Don't be discouraged. At times the path to truth is circuitous. The point is not to succeed, only to smile eternally.

We compensate for what we don't do internally by projecting and allowing our minds to be marinated in chronic fantasy.

I never can feel certain of any truth, but from a clear perception of its beauty.

In my life, I've dealt with tragedy.

This story of loss and regaining of identity is, I think, the framework of all literature.