“It was at the outskirts of the world that the Old Things accumulated, like driftwood round the edges of the sea. ("The Troll")” — 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
