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.

— Diana Gabaldon

For the moment, everything had disappeared: the church, the battle, the screams and shouts and the rumble of limber wheels along the rutted road through Freehold. There wasn't anything but her and him, and he opened his eyes to look on her face, to fix it in his mind forever.

— Diana Gabaldon

For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary

— Diana Gabaldon

Gentle he would be, denied he would not.

— Diana Gabaldon

God, don't laugh!" Jamie said, alarmed. "I Diana mean to make ye laugh! Christ, Jenny will kill me if ye cough up a lung and die out here!

— Diana Gabaldon

Good sex scene is about the exchange of emotions, not bodily fluids

— Diana Gabaldon

He has cat blood, I reflected sourly, no doubt that was how he managed to sneak up on me in the darkness.

— Diana Gabaldon

He reached out a long arm and drew me in, holding me close against him. I put my arms around him and felt the quiver of his muscles, exhausted, and the sheer hard strength still in him, that would hold him up, no matter how tired he might be. We stood quite still for some time, my cheek against his chest and his face against my hair, drawing strength from each other for whatever might come next. Being married.

— Diana Gabaldon

He was dead. However, his nose throbbed painfully, which he thought odd in the circumstances.

— Diana Gabaldon

He was generally aware that he had been blessed in her beauty; even in her usual homespun, knee-deep in mud from her garden, or stained and fierce with the blood of her calling, the curve of her bones spoke to his own marrow, and those whiskey eyes could make him drunk with a glance. Besides, the mad collieshangie of her hair made him laugh.

— Diana Gabaldon