A Woman Is Never Free

I Should Know, For I Am Morgaine Le Fay, Priestess Of The Isle Of Avalon, Where The Ancient Religion Of The Mother Goddess Is Born.

Without A Dream To Light Your Way, The World Is A Very Dark Place.

Rome Was Mud And Smoky Skies; The Rank Smell Of The Tiber And The Exotically Spiced Cooking Fires Of A Hundred Different Nationalities. Rome Was White Marble And Gilding And Heady Perfumes; The Blare Of Trumpets And The Shrieking Of Market-women And The Eternal, Sub-aural Hum Of More People, Speaking More Languages Than Gaius Had Ever Imagined Existed, Crammed Together On Seven Hills Whose Contours Had Long Ago Disappeared Beneath This Encrustation If Humanity. Rome Was The Pulsing Heart Of The World.

Knowledge Was Like A Mouthful Of Dust.

Of All Things We Mortals Are Called Upon To Do, The Most Difficult Is Forgiveness; In Order To Truly Do It, You Will Probably Have To Behave As If You Already Have Forgiven For Quite A While Before You Have Actually Done So.