Paula Savioli

“Hal swore in German behind him. He must have reached the part about the rifles; German oaths were reserved for the most stringent occasions, French being used for minor things like a burnt dinner, and Latin for formal insults committed to paper. Minnie wouldn’t let either Hal or John swear in English in the house, not wanting the boys to acquire low habits. John could have told her it was too late for such caution but didn’t.”
― Diana Gabaldon, The Scottish Prisoner

“Ela estava fascinada, não só pelo celeste, mas também pela explosão. Era uma imagem tão forte que permanecera com ela mesmo em Santa Helena, uma cena tão bela que sobrevivera aos poderes de Yaga, resistira à violência da transferência psíquica.
- Luz e trevas, ordem e caos, calor e frio, todos os opostos coexistindo em completa harmonia. Como pode ter se apagado?
- Para se tornar eterno, de fato. Essa é sua memória mais cara, a mais preciosa de suas recordações. Para você, e para muitos outros, o Grande Redemoinho jamais vai se extinguir. Todos os mundos, céus e infernos vivem eternamente dentro de nós.
- Mesmo que tenham existido por um curto período?
- Nada persiste por mais de um instante. Seja uma descarga cósmica ou um domingo de sol, todas as coisas estão em movimento.”
― Eduardo Spohr, Herdeiros de Atlântida

“Which one are you sleeping with, the baron or his sister?”
Percy looked amused.
“Both, on occasion.”
“Together?”
The smile widened. His teeth were still good, Grey saw, though somewhat stained by wine.
“Occasionally. Though Cecile—my wife—really prefers the attentions of her cousin Lucianne, and I myself prefer the attentions of the sub-gardener. Lovely man named Emile; he reminds me of you … in your younger years. Slender, blond, muscular, and brutal.”
― Diana Gabaldon, An Echo in the Bone

“You may,” Tom Byrd corrected, entering with his hands full of grooming implements, “once I’ve put his lordship’s hair to rights.” He fixed Grey with a minatory eye. “You’re not a-going in to dinner like that, me lord, and don’t you think it. You sit down there.” He pointed sternly to a stool, and Lieutenant-Colonel Grey, commander of His Majesty’s forces in Jamaica, meekly obeyed the dictates of his twenty-one-year-old valet.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Seven Stones to Stand or Fall