I never thought that I was very intelligent

Arthur, their young king, like a hero out of legend.

Light flared through every limb, a force far too great to be contained in any human frame; but for that moment she was the Great Mother, giving birth to the world.

The Goddess has a fourth face, which is secret, and you should pray to her, as I do — as I do, Igraine — that Morgause will never wear that face.

The visible world was only an imperfect reflection of the Ideal, which the Philosopher sought to transcend.

On one occasion I shared a bed with about seven other people, but we were all having a party overnight

The truth is not so good a story.