A Breath of Snow and Ashes (Outlander, #6)

by Diana Gabaldon

And if Time is anything akin to God, I suppose that Memory must be the Devil.

“If I die,” he whispered in the dark, “dinna follow me. The bairns will need ye. Stay for them. I can wait.”

“This wife you have,” Bird said at last, deeply contemplative, “did you pay a great deal for her?” “She cost me almost everything I had,” he said, with a wry tone that made the others laugh. “But worth it.”