Men Would Eat Horse Droppings, If Ye

Am I A Man? To Want You So Badly That Nothing Else Matters? To See You, And Know I Would Sacrifice Honor Or Family Or Life Itself To Lie Wi' You, Even Though Ye'd Left Me?

Your Face Is My Heart Sassenach, And The Love Of You Is My Soul

He Shook His Head, Absorbed In One Of His Feats Of Memory, Those Brief Periods Of Scholastic Rapture Where He Lost Touch With The World Around Him, Absorbed Completely In Conjuring Up Knowledge From All Its Sources.

If I Find I Need Guidance, I’ll Ask.

He Gave You To Me," She Said, So Low I Could Hardly Hear Her. "now I Have To Give You Back To Him, Mama.