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.

Remain true to yourself, child. If you know your own heart, you will always have one friend who does not lie.

But this is my truth; I who am Morgaine tell you these things, Morgaine who was in later days called Morgan le Fay.

I cannot regret it. They tell us in the temple that true joy is found only in freedom from the Wheel that is death and rebirth, that we must come to despise earthly joy and suffering, and long only for the peace of the presence of the eternal. Yet I love this life on Earth, Morgan, and I love you with a love that is stronger than death, and if sin is the price of binding us together, life after life across the ages, then I will sin joyfully and without regret, so that it brings me back to you, my beloved!

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

For there is no higher religion than the Truth.

A woman is never free to bear a child unless she is also free to abort it.