Morgaine laughed and mocked, but when it was a real trouble, no one could be kinder.
Marion Zimmer BradleyWhat you see is from outside yourself, and may come, or not, but is beyond your control. But your fear is yours, and yours alone, like your voice, or your fingers, or your memory, and therefore yours to control. If you feel powerless over your fear, you have not yet admitted that it is yours, to do with as you will.
Marion Zimmer BradleyAnd so, perhaps, the truth winds somewhere between the road to Glastonbury, Isle of the Priests, and the road to Avalon, lost forever in the mists of the Summer Sea.
Marion Zimmer Bradley