Knowledge Was Like A Mouthful Of Dust.

Arthur, Their Young King, Like A Hero Out Of Legend.

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

And I Must Believe That Man Has The Power To Know The Right, To Choose Between Good And Evil And Know That His Choice Has Made A Difference.

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.

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.