" He paused by the window, looking up into a lavender sky, fingers pressed against the icy glass. No stars tonight; the snowflakes came down out of the dark, rushing towards him, endless, uncountable. Silent, too, but not like the stars. Falling snow whispered secrets to itself.

“And you are a fanciful idiot,” he said outloud. "

― Diana Gabaldon , Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade (Lord John Grey, #2)