One of the earliest lessons I learned was not to read my reviews. Weigh them.

If you listen to dogs barking you will go deaf without learning anything.

The road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveler than the road built in despair, even though they both lead to the same destination.

Lancelot: Morgaine, Morgaine - kinswoman, I have never seen you weep. Morgaine: Are you like so many men, afraid of a woman's tears? (...) Lancelot: No (...) it makes them seem so much more real, so much more vulnerable - women who never weep frighten me, because I know they are stronger than I, and I am always a little afraid of what they will do.

I never left you; I never will leave you. While life lasts, and beyond, I am here.

Some knowledge and some song and some beauty must be kept for those days before the world again plunges into darkness.

And 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.