“Never mistake movement for action... a rocking horse moves; a race horse charges towards a goal.”

“The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and the power of movement, of action, in man. ”

“You're in a horse race but you're thinking like a sheep. Sheep don't win horse races.”

“You're a stubborn, ill-trained horse." she saidThe horse snorted and walked towards the North Road of his own volition. "Hey!" Karigan pulled back on the reins. "Whoa. Who do you think is in charge here?”

“He was waiting there for her beside the pool - a great black horse with shoulders like polished ebony and the water still streaming from his mane and tail. Morag stood and looked at him for a long moment. The great horse looked at her and never moved.“Will you trust me?” he had asked her the evening before, and she had trusted him then. She trusted him now, and so she walked towards him. She grasped his mane, and still the black horse never moved. She stood on a stone beside him, swung herself onto his back, and the black horse moved.”

“No horse named Morbid ever won a race.”