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Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.

Diana Gabaldon

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Diana Gabaldon
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: January 11
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Science Fiction Writer
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Williams
Arizona
Diana J. Gabaldon Perez
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Woman
Wells
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Outlander
Purgatory
Rare
Gave
Loved

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To see the years touch ye gives me joy, he whispered, for it means that ye live.
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I dinna know what's a sadist. And if I forgive you for this afternoon, I reckon you'll forgive me, too, as soon as ye can sit down again. As for my pleasure... His lip twitched. I said I would have to punish you. I did not say I wasna going to enjoy it. He crooked a finger at me. Come here.
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If she was broken, she would slash him with her jagged edges, reckless as a drunkard with a shattered bottle.
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As usual, the note occupied less than a page and included neither salutation nor closing, Uncle Hal's opinion being that since the letter had a direction upon it, the intended recipient was obvious, the seal indicated plainly who had written it, and he did not waste his time in writing to fools.
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For I had come back, and I dreamed once more in the cool air of the Highlands. And the voice of my dream still echoed through ears and heart, repeated with the sound of Brianna's sleeping breath. You are mine, it had said. Mine. And I will not let you go.
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The most irritating thing about cliches, I decided, was how frequently they were true.
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When you're reading, you're not where you are you're in the book. By the same token, I can write anywhere.
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