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.
You are sensitive – but make that your servant, not your master.
I could write pages and pages about the delights of being a full-time housewife and mother and trying to write and support a family with two babies – but I don’t use that kind of language in public.
Will you walk the road to your destiny, or must the Gods drag you to it unwilling?
But if men do not believe in more than one life,” Igraine protested, shaken, “how will they avoid despair? What just God would create some men wretched, and others happy and prosperous, if one life were all that they could have?
The symbol of the dragon should be always before them, that mankind seek to accomplish, not to think of sin and do penance!
Or is it only that there are so few of us, now, who were young together?
For ever the world of Fairy drifts further from the world in which the Christ holds sway. I have no quarrel with the Christ, only with his priests, who call the Great Goddess a demon and deny that she ever held power in this world.
Even fiction – perhaps especially fiction – has more truth in it than the author knows.
For lo, all the days of man are as a leaf that is fallen and as the grass that withereth. Thou too shalt be forgotten, like the flowers that falleth on the grass, like the wine that is poured out and soaks into the earth.
A king must protect his people from outsiders, from invaders, and lead his people to defend themselves – a king must be the first to thrust himself between the land and all danger, just as a farmer stands to defend his fields from any robber. But it is not his duty to dictate to them what their innermost hearts may do.
She cried aloud, with a great mourning cry for all that she had never known in this life, and the agony of a bereavement unguessed till this moment.
The Gods give of their best, not their worst, to men!
The man who feels fear without cause is a fool; but the man is twice a fool who does not feel fear when there is cause.
He was guarded behind a hundred fences of reserve and anger.
Think not that you can direct my steps! If you come with me – you follow!
If your priests are right,” said Viviane calmly, “I am already thoroughly damned and you may save your breath.
At last she drifted into sleep, and in the country of sleep she found herself standing in the orchard where she had spoken with Uther, where she had dried his tears with her veil.
Yes, I am a sorceress. I do not think I am ugly, but you must decide for yourself whether I am good or evil. I try to do the will of the Goddess, and that is all anyone can do.
Why should I waste my breath with a curse? I would as willingly bid you Godspeed to your own heaven, and may your God find more pleasure in your company than I do.