Olivia

“I put a hand up to cup his cheek, warm and lightly stubbled. I didn't fool myself that this was paradise or even a refuge from the war - wars tended not to stay in one place but moved around, much in the manner of cyclones and even more destructive where they touched down. But for however long it lasted, this was home, and now was peace.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

“Like plumbing, medicine is a profession where you learn early on not to put your fingers in your mouth.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

“You tell me exactly what happened, ye filthy wee pervert,” Fraser whispered, his breath hot on Grey’s face and smelling of ale. He shook Grey slightly. “Every word. Every motion. Everything.” Grey got just enough breath to answer. “No,” he said defiantly. “Go ahead and kill me.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Written in My Own Heart's Blood

“My own eyes went to Jamie, who had come to join Fergus and Ian by the sideboard. Still here, thank God. Tall and graceful, the soft light making shadows in the folds of his shirt as he moved, a fugitive gleam from the long straight bridge of his nose, the auburn wave of his hair. Still mine. Thank God.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Written in My Own Heart's Blood