There is no occasion for our rejoicing at a foe's death, because our own life will also not last forever.
I always thought it would be a simple matter to lie wi' a woman, he said softly. And yet. . . I want to fall on my face at your feet and worship you"-he dropped the towel and reached out, taking me by the shoulders-"and still I want to force ye to your knees before me, and hold ye there wi' me hands tangled in your hair, and your mouth at my service. . . and I want both things at the same time, Sassenach.