I Wasn't A Child At 13, Were

There Is No Sorrow Like The Memory Of Love And The Knowledge That It Is Gone Forever.

Knowledge Was Like A Mouthful Of Dust.

Morgaine Laughed And Mocked, But When It Was A Real Trouble, No One Could Be Kinder.

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

What You See Is From Outside Yourself, And May Come, Or Not, But Is Beyond Your Control. But Your Fear Is Yours, And Yours Alone, Like Your Voice, Or Your Fingers, Or Your Memory, And Therefore Yours To Control. If You Feel Powerless Over Your Fear, You Have Not Yet Admitted That It Is Yours, To Do With As You Will.