Love Is The Only Prayer

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.

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.

What Wise God Would Consign A Man To Hell For Ignorance, Instead Of Teaching Him Better In The Afterlife?

One Of The Earliest Lessons I Learned Was Not To Read My Reviews. Weigh Them.

I Know All About Endings. It Is Beginnings That Elude Me.