Without A Dream To Light Your Way,

All The Tears Women Shed, They Leave No Mark On The World.

The Older I Grow The More I Become Certain That It Makes No Difference What Words We Use To Tell The Same Truths.

Love Is The Only Prayer I Know.

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

The Goddess Has A Fourth Face, Which Is Secret, And You Should Pray To Her, As I Do — As I Do, Igraine — That Morgause Will Never Wear That Face.