I Want To Hold You

...still I Dinna Expect Anything To Happen To Me. But If It Should...if It Does, Then I Want There To Be A Place For You; I Want Someone For You To Go To If I Am...not There To Care For You. If It Canna Be Me, Then I Would Have It Be A Man Who Loves You.

You Are My Courage, As I Am Your Conscience," He Whispered. "you Are My Heart---and I Your Compassion. We Are Neither Of Us Whole, Alone. Do Ye Not Know That, Sassenach?

That's Not Precisely What I Had In Mind." Jamie, I Had Found Out By Accident A Few Days Previously, Had Never Mastered The Art Of Winking One Eye. Instead, He Blinked Solemnly, Like A Large Red Owl.

It Was One Of Those Strange Moments That Came To Him Rarely, But Never Left. A Moment That Stamped Itself On Heart And Brain, Instantly Recallable In Every Detail, For All Of His Life. There Was No Telling What Made These Moments Different From Any Other, Though He Knew Them When They Came. He Had Seen Sights More Gruesome And More Beautiful By Far, And Been Left With No More Than A Fleeting Muddle Of Their Memory. But These-- The Still Moments, As He Called Them To Himself-- They Came With No Warning, To Print A Random Image Of The Most Common Things Inside His Brain, Indelible.

Any Piece Of Good Music Is In Essence A Love Song.