“He loved Arthur and he loved Guenever and he hated himself. The best knight of the world: everybody envied the self-esteem which must surely be his. But Lancelot never believed he was good or nice. Under the grotesque, magnificent shell… — T.H. White Copy Share Image
“Finally, there was the impediment of his nature. In the secret parts of his peculiar brain, those unhappy and inextricable tangles which he felt at the roots, the boy was disabled by something which we cannot explain. He could not… — T.H. White Copy Share Image
“Guenever began to breathe through her nose. She was feeling as if there were two red thumbs behind her eyeballs, trying to push them… — T.H. White Copy Share Image
“Gawaine and Gareth took turns with the fat ass, one of them whacking it while the other rode bareback.” — T.H. White Copy Share Image
“No. There is one fairly good reason for fighting--and that is, if the other man starts it. You see, wars are a wickedness, perhaps… — T.H. White Copy Share Image
“It is generally the trustful and optimistic people who can afford to retreat. The loveless and faithless ones are compelled by their pessimism to… — T.H. White Copy Share Image
“The mustard—pot got up and walked over to his plate on thin silver legs that waddled like the owl’s. Then it uncurled its handles… — T.H. White Copy Share Image
“It was Christmas night, the eve of the Boxing Day Meet. You must remember that this was in the old Merry England of Gramarye,… — T.H. White Copy Share Image
“I see what you think you mean," said the magician, "but you are wrong. There is no excuse for war, none whatever, and whatever… — T.H. White Copy Share Image
“I suppose the best way to tell the story is simply to narrate it, without an effort to carry belief. The thing did not… — T.H. White Copy Share Image
“It is only the people who are lacking, or bad, or inferior, who have to be good at things.” — T.H. White Copy Share Image
“The fortress was entered by tunnels in the rock, and, over the entrance to each tunnel, there was a notice which said: EVERYTHING NOT… — T.H. White Copy Share Image
“I incline my agreement with Toirdealbhach,' said Gareth. 'After all, what is the good of killing poor kerns who do not know anything? It… — T.H. White Copy Share Image
