“When it comes to ye, lass, I doubt even my sanity”
“Ye werena the first lass I kissed," he said softly. "But I swear you'll be the last.”
“Could I but lay my head in your lap, lass. Feel your hand on me, and sleep wi' the scent of you in my bed. Christ, Sassenach. I need ye.”
“Air ye deaf, lass?"I think. He might have called me a hairy jackass”
“Does it ever stop? The wanting you?" "Even when I've just left ye. I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.”
“'Twas on an evening fair I went to take the air,I heard a maid making her moan;Said, 'Saw ye my father? Or saw ye my mother? Or saw ye my brother John?Or saw ye the lad I that I love best,And his name it is Sweet William?”