“There the beloved red sweater,bright tangle of necklace, earrings of amber.Each confirming: I chose these, I.But habit is different: it chooses.And we, it's good horse,opening our mouths at even the sight of the bit.”

“I'll be your minister--""Of the exchequer? You'd rob me blind.""I would never steal from you," he'd said hotly."Oh? Where is my tourmaline necklace? Where are my missing earrings?""That necklace was hideous. It was the only way to keep you from wearing it.""My earrings?""What earrings?”

“Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.”

“I had to be different... so I would not be inferior. We could not occupy the same space together. Like horses in a race, I was tired of jostling for position and losing. I chose a different course so that losing would not be an option.”

“When a horse falls, foam comes out of its mouth. When it falls, the legs of the horse thrash and the horse is no good... So somebody shoots it. The horse turns into glue. A machine puts the glue into bottles and children squeeze the bottles to get the glue out and stick bits of paper onto cards. Glue gets on the children's hands and the children eat the glue. And the children become the horse. ”

“A horse must be a bit mad to be a good cavalry mount, and its rider must be completely so.”