Marion Zimmer Bradley
Marion Zimmer Bradley
Marion Eleanor Zimmer Bradleywas an American author of fantasy, historical fantasy, science fiction, and science fantasy novels, and is best known for the Arthurian fiction novel The Mists of Avalon, and the Darkover series. While some critics have noted a feminist perspective in her writing her popularity has been posthumously marred by multiple accusations against her of child sexual abuse & rape by two of her children, Mark & Moira Greyland, among many others. Zimmer Bradley's first child, David R...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth3 June 1930
CountryUnited States of America
The scandal's so unbelievable that I cannot repeat it here.
My husband and I were very in love, and I had no reason to suspect that his interests lay anywhere else.
He used to sit on my lap. I was sort of ambivalent about that. He was surviving any way he could.
It has never been, and never will be easy work! But the road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveler than the road built in despair, even though they both lead to the same destination.
I do tend to lose track since the kids are out of school.
All the tears women shed, they leave no mark on the world...
But this is my truth; I who am Morgaine tell you these things, Morgaine who was in later days called Morgan le Fay.
Morgaine laughed and mocked, but when it was a real trouble, no one could be kinder.
Knowledge was like a mouthful of dust.
I should know, for I am Morgaine le Fay, priestess of the Isle of Avalon, where the ancient religion of the Mother Goddess is born.
What wise God would consign a man to Hell for ignorance, instead of teaching him better in the afterlife?
A friend of ours has a hobby doing genealogy, and we found out that we were cousins in the ninth degree, that we had a common ancestor on the Mayflower.
I wasn't a child at 13, were you?
What you see is from outside yourself, and may come, or not, but is beyond your control. But your fear is yours, and yours alone, like your voice, or your fingers, or your memory, and therefore yours to control. If you feel powerless over your fear, you have not yet admitted that it is yours, to do with as you will.