I know all about endings. It is beginnings that elude me.

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

To know you are ignorant is the beginning of wisdom.

The Goddess does not shower her gifts on those who reject them.

Beware what you speak,' said the Merlin very softly, 'for indeed the words we speak make shadows of what is to come, and by speaking them we bring them to pass, my king.

Love is the only prayer I know.

I have called on the Goddess and found her within myself

There are ignorant priests and ignorant people, who are all too ready to cry sorcery if a woman is only a little wiser than they are!

The road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveler than the road built in despair, even though they both lead to the same destination.

A friend of ours has a hobby doing genealogy, and we found out that we were cousins in the ninth degree, that we had a common ancestor on the Mayflower.

Magic is a matter of focusing the disciplined will. But sometimes the will must be abandoned. The secret lies in knowing when to exercise control, and when to let go.

If you got on your knees and counted all of the blessings, goodness, grace, favour and kindness in your life, you would find that you would exhaust the whole day and will still have more to share.

Love is a complete mystery in the lives of many because they keep expecting it to come from others to them.

When I free my body from its clothes, from all their buttons, belts, and laces, it seems to me that my soul takes a deeper, freer breath.

Every time I hear sounds, I see pictures. Then, I start getting ideas. It just drives me crazy

You must look within for value, but must look beyond for perspective.

But people in a small town tend to do a lot of talking, even when they don’t know what they’re talking about.

In family life people almost always adjust themselves to misfortune. They make a bed of it and hope makes them accept that bed, however hard it is.

I'm consistently telling stories about the value of the human condition and connectedness and things like that.

All painting - the painting of the past as well as of the present - shows us that its essential plastic means were only line and color.

"He's lying, Kay," Nash said, fists clenched at his sides. "Hellions can't lie, but we all know reapers can." "Careful, pot," Tod said. "Someone might notice your resemblance to the kettle."