I Know All About Endings. It Is

Some Knowledge And Some Song And Some Beauty Must Be Kept For Those Days Before The World Again Plunges Into Darkness.

I Have Neither Talent Or Taste For Kingship, Cousin. I Am A Warrior, And To Dwell Always In One Place And Live At Court Would Weary Me To Death!

And So, Perhaps, The Truth Winds Somewhere Between The Road To Glastonbury, Isle Of The Priests, And The Road To Avalon, Lost Forever In The Mists Of The Summer Sea.

If You Own A Machine, You Are In Turn Owned By It, And Spend Your Time Serving It.

There Is No Such Thing As A True Tale. Truth Has Many Faces And The Truth Is Like To The Old Road To Avalon; It Depends On Your Own Will, And Your Own Thoughts, Whither The Road Will Take You.