Your face is my heart Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul

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.

Valor is stability not of legs and arms but of courage and the soul.

Pity the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

I'm no different than others with cancer. I just happen to play professional baseball. I'm part of those statistics that cancer has touched as well.

I always loved the style of Jean Seberg, Jane Birkin and Marilyn Monroe.

Listen, the obvious thing to remember is without dark, there is no light, and without light, there is no dark.

Jesus was a Capricorn, he ate organic foods, he believed in love and peace, and never wore no shoes.

The autodecrement is not magical.

The last thing we need is yet another makeup company. Even I have a nervous breakdown when I go through the department store makeup floor.

We can never be like lillies in the garden unless we have spent time as bulbs in the dark, totally ignored.

When I said, "I am my mother, but I'm not," I was saying my path would be my own.