Really Rather Fascinating, You Know,' He Confided,

Time Is A Lot Of The Things People Say That God Is. There's Always Preexisting, And Having No End. There's The Notion Of Being All Powerful-because Nothing Can Stand Against Time, Can It? Not Mountains, Not Armies. And Time Is, Of Course, All-healing. Give Anything Enough Time, And Everything Is Taken Care Of: All Pain Encompassed, All Hardship Erased, All Loss Subsumed. Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust. Remember, Man, That Thou Art Dust; And Unto Dust Thou Shalt Return. And If Time Is Anything Akin To God, I Suppose That Memory Must Be The Devil.

Sassenach, I've Been Stabbed, Bitten, Slapped, And Whipped Since Supper - Which I Didna Get To Finish. I Dinna Like To Scare Children An I Dinna Like To Flog Men, And I've Had To Do Both. I've Two Hundred English Camped Three Miles Away, And No Idea What To Do About Them. I'm Tired, I'm Hungry, And I'm Sore. If You've Anything Like Womanly Sympathy About Ye, I Could Use A Bit!

If I Die Before I Say 'i Love You' It's Because I Didn't Have The Time.

Really Rather Fascinating, You Know,' He Confided, And I Recognized, With An Internal Sigh, The Song Of The Scholar, As Identifying A Sound As The Terr-whit! Of A Thrush.

Why, What's The Matter Wi' The Poor Child?" She Demanded Of Jamie. "has She Had An Accident O' Some Sort?" "no, It's Only She's Married Me," He Said, "though If Ye Care To Call It An Accident, Ye May.