“I don't know if I should kiss you or hit you," she muttered.”

“This isn't some poltergeist that needs to be exorcised, Dani. Like I told you, it's a living, breathing energy, trying to be the top dog.”

“How do you protect yourself from something you can't even see?”

“And it occurred to me that the reason she makes it work, probably, is because she's so comfortable with herself. And you know, that's not such a bad notion, in the whole life-lesson business. Being comfortable with yourself. Because if you're not okay with who you are, why should anyone else be?”

“Then kiss me, Claire," he whispered, "And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.”

“Oh. Listen, this is really hard for me . . . ""What is?""You know. Being liked." I started to cry. I couldn't help it.”

“Do you really think we'll ever--""I do," he said with certainty, not letting me finish. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "I know it, Sassenach, and so do you. You were meant to be a mother, and I surely dinna intend to let anyone else father your children.”