On One Occasion I Shared

From These Christians Who Came To [avalon] To Escape The Bigotry Of Their Own Kind I Learned Something, At Last, Of The Nazarene, The Carpenter's Son Who Had Attained Godhead In His Own Life And Preached A Rule Of Tolerance; And So I Came To See That My Quarrel Was Never With The Christ, But With His Foolish And Narrow Priests Who Mistook Their Own Narrowness For His.

Knowledge Was Like A Mouthful Of Dust.

The Goddess Does Not Shower Her Gifts On Those Who Reject Them.

A Priestess Of Avalon Does Not Lie. But I Am Cast Out Of Avalon, And For This, And Unless It Is All To Be For Nothing, I Must Lie, And Lie Well And Quickly

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