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The key to the Lochte haircut is being fresh and looking up-to-date.
They say it's a wise bairn that kens its father, but I dinna think there's much doubt who yours is, lass. Ye might have had the lang nebbit and red locks from anyone, but ye didna get the stubbornness from any man but Jamie Fraser.
It was some time ago - in the twelfth century, as you humani measure time - a man from the land of the Scots. I do not remember his name." Both Sophie and Josh instinctively knew that Hekate was lying. "What happened to him?" Sophie asked. "He died." There was a peculiar high-pitched giggle.
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victory! Now 's the day and now 's the hour; See the front o' battle lour.
Lord, give me Scotland or I die!
Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm
I think of Dermot Healy as the heir to Patrick Kavanagh.
Atalanta in Calydon
It begins and ends with Mackenzie.
What is it ye have there, Murtagh?
There's only two types of men left in this world. Lumberjacks and Liam Nesson.
I'm as Scottish as they come.
Oh my dear now did you hear of clumsy Captain Cotton? He sailed a knot in Haley's Loch before hit the bottom!
This is Glasgow," added Chief Ben. "Even the faeries have drug problems.
Stuart Davises he
An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.
Fookin' Irish, they're a race of political masochists, they love their fookin' chiefs and princes an' a strong hand belting. It's like the man said in the play, Abair and focal republic i nGaoluinn?
There are few places in my life that I've found more ruggedly beautiful than the Highlands of Scotland. The place is magical - it's so far north, so remote, that sometimes it feels like you've left this world and gone to another.
I hope there may be bogs and that John McKenzie may drown in them.
It is Patrick the Legend, of course, who is most engaging and comes to us as something of a happy Celtic party monster.
Niall Lynch was a braggart poet, a loser musician, a charming bit of hard luck bred in Belfast but born in Cumbria, and Ronan loved him like he loved nothing else.
I love writing Scottish dialogue.
MOOSEN!!!!!!! There many MOOSEN in the WOODSEN! MANY MUCH MOOSEN! The Meisin wanted and the MOOSEN and ...
Weel, hallo there," he said in a thick accent ... He threw his head back and laughed - a rich, joyous sound that bounced off the water ... "Aye, that I am, indeed. Aiden MacRae of Eilean Donan. Very pleased to be meeting you.
Poison ivy, because who needed a case of that on your pecker). We're all here in Derry. No camp, no relatives, no vacations, no AWAY. All right here. Present and accounted for. There's
Lan Mandragoran, you bloody wonderful man! You did it!
-Mat
Obtruded on us by the Scottish historians. [* Chron. Sax. p. 19.] [** W. Malms, p. 19.]
There is no greater symbol of the artistic spirit of Scotland than the Mackintosh building. But more than that it is a symbol of where art belongs, rising as it does out of the heart of a great city. A mighty castle on a hill, it is a part of me, and of all Glaswegians.
Who is the man who can call from the back door at night: "Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme! Here, Champion Alexander of Clane o' Wind-Holme"?
Whatever your tastes, Magrathea can cater for you. We are not proud.
Only a Scotsman can really survive a Scottish education.
Niki Behrikis Shanahan
Lake Winnipesaukee, he
Munro snorted. "So he's supposed to go down to the loch at half-crack o' the morning, paddle about in the frigid water for an hour or two, and then emerge? I'm finding it difficult to believe she'd see anything impressive."
Everyone laughed.
NEIL GAIMAN near Kinsale, County Cork 15 January 2001
wouldn't talk to you." Cork
Gilly Gilleshpee
When anyone asks me about the Irish character, I say look at the trees. Maimed, stark and misshapen, but ferociously tenacious.
Roan, near the standard-bearer. And that's his brother beside
Iain?"
"Mmm?"
"If the bairn is a lass, I'd like to name her after our mothers - Mara Elesaid."
"'Tis a bonnie name. And if 'tis a laddie?"
"Then we shall name him after his father."
"Och, well, 'tis a grand idea. And what name would that be?"
"You daftie!
Hello, Miss Mackay. It's been a while, hasn't it? But then, a man never knows quite when he'll run into you, eh, Kiernan?
I love going to Scotland.
I'm fiercely proud to be Scottish.
Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?
Mrs MacFarley called the valley the Glen. She called the light at early evening the gloaming. She liked to go Roaming in the Gloaming in the Glen.
The only acting I knew when I was a boy came from Lochgelly. With a double bill, people would live their lives in the cinema. You would even see babies being breastfed in the audience.
What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head, Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed; Where the rug's two-fold use we might display, By night a blanket, and a plaid by day.
Do you know where Laoghaire is?
Hart caressed the letters of baby Graham's name. Mac likes to say, We're Mackenzies. We break what we touch. But this little Mackenzie ... he broke me.
Gladstone .. spent his declining years trying to guess the answer to the Irish Question; unfortunately, whenever he was getting warm, the Irish secretly changed the Question, ...
Skye." "Lima-Oscar-Victor-Echo
My life started on the banks of the Boyne in County Meath. Navan is the name of the town; only me, Mom, Dad.
You want to know my name?
a hill, a tree. An empty drifting boat.
I'm just a true Irish boy at heart.
The waving of a pine tree on the top of a mountain - a magic wand in Nature's hand - every devout mountaineer knows its power; but the marvelous beauty value of what the Scotch call a breckan in a still dell, what poet has sung this?
You [Scots] come of a race of men the very wind of whose name has swept to the ultimate seas.
I used to live in Pillgwenlly, and there was this old Italian pizzeria that used to be there with a really amazing character who ran it.
Fantasy, myth, legend, truth - all are intertwined in the story that is Scotland.
My name is Gilan. The King wants to see you.
You're in Ireland the summer after you left college and you're drinking at a pub near the castle where every day bus loads of English and American tourists come to kiss the Blarney Stone.
And, oh yes, I did see Nessie! But that was much later on after a late evening that involved several pints and more than my share of Scapa Flow whisky. Nice girl. Pretty face. Longish neck. Not much in the leg department.
'Seanan McGuire' is my real name; if I'm being silly and third-person about it, she's a frequently cranky, foul-mouthed Disney Princess on vacation in the real world, where she studies diseases, cuddles reptiles, watches lots of horror movies, and goes to as many corn fields as possible.
Ron pointed Helen's gun at me. What kind of name is Ron for such a menacing figure?
Scotland: That garret of the earth - that knuckle-end of England - that land of Calvin, oatcakes, and sulfur.
Mac: "It's not the sidhe-seers." He stopped and went very still. JZB: "Who is it?" Mac: "The MacKeltars." He was silent a long moment. Then he began to laugh, softly. JZB: "Well played, Ms. Lane." Mac: "I had a good teacher." JZB: "The best. Hop on one foot, Ms. Lane." Mac and Barrons
Come up fish. Come to Quint.
The land of Ireland for the people of Ireland.
Kerrick the weed.
All right you bloody Scottish bastard, lets see how stubborn you really are.
Angus was courting me with lines that stabbed deep in lonely, barren places. Like an unfair conqueror, he was delivering his words with an accent that had me dreaming of castles and lochs, and strong thighs under a rough kilt.
Damn it all, MacMurrough, are you telling me you are an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort?'
'If you mean am I Irish, the answer is yes.
Making an Irishness to be proud of in a real Republic. It is the vision of a real Republic where life and language, where ideals and experience have the ring of authenticity which we need now as we go forward.
What are you doing? Taking a nap?"
-Ben Mackenzie
Karina and Tho-orn, sitting in a tree-ee. Kay-eye-ess-ess-eye-en-gee.
Let us think of ourselves not as 'yes' and 'no' Scots but simply as Scots, and let us be a nation, united again.
MACDUFF That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine, My wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still.
I'm drowning in whiskey river.
Ye're about as Irish as a plastic paddy
The Scottish Highlands are incredible. There seems to be magic and poetry everywhere.
Both Plockton and the Isle of Muck in north-west Scotland are incredibly beautiful. Sadly, Plockton has been discovered by tourists because it's where they shot Hamish Macbeth.
I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.
I want to look beyond the legends, to find the real story of Scotland. And it's every bit as thrilling.
I am an Irishman, sir." "Irish Irish?" "Yes, sir.
I'm a proud Welshman.
Save the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.
I remember vividly as a 15-year-old, in 1964, seeing Derry play Glentoran in the Irish Cup Final at Windsor Park in Belfast. Glentoran were one of the two big Belfast teams, along with Linfield. Any rural team playing them was up against the odds.
Sorcha," he whispered, and realized that he had called her so a moment before. Now, that was odd; no wonder she had been surprised. It was her name in the Gaelic, but he never called her by it. He liked the strangeness of her, the Englishness. She was his Claire, his Sassenach.
Better you than Cameron " McGillicuddy grumbled. "I know where Cameron's been."
Sean snorted.
Cameron said "I already told you I did NOT come on to Lori.
When I die, Dublin will be written on my heart.
I'm proud to be Irish.
If I were a bottle of wine, my name would be Thom Cork
There are two things a Highlander likes naked, and the other one is Malt Whisky
I come from the Lynchs of Sligo. You know, I went there, but I looked in the phone book and there are nine million Lynches in Sligo.
I would never repudiate the fact that I am an Irishman
There's a curse on me as there's a curse on the Larkin name. The curse comes back, again and again, to taunt me! Ronan! Kilty! Tomas! And now me! What are the Irish among men? Are we lepers? Are we a blight? Will there ever be an end to our tears?
face, conclusively prove that the enormous progress made in the Highlands during the last half century, and now rapidly going on, is mainly due to our Highland Sports. A great amount of nonsense has been said and written on this question, and an attempt made to hold grouse and deer
To a great night, a great Lanthorne.
I am an unusual Irishman. I'm probably Ireland's third most famous Jewish son.
My first language is Gaelic.
Twelve-year-old Islay. Good stuff if you liked peat, smoke, earth, rain, despair, and the Atlantic Ocean, and who doesn't like that?