“When I ride a horse, it just makes my blood wiggle! [Cole, age 5]”

“I'm riding my own feet because I don't have a horse.”

“My Mommy likes to wiggle And it really makes me giggle. The music keeps her moving And she's smiling as she's grooving.She goes...Wiggle, wiggle to the left; wiggle to the right, Wiggle, wiggle, jiggle, jiggle - Dancing through the night...”

“Derek favored his left side. His horse refused to bear him. I couldn't blame the horse. I wouldn't want his demonic, undead-blood-smeared, wolf-smelling ass riding me, either. But it made us slow.”

“When I can't ride anymore, I shall keep horses as long as I can hobble around with a bucket and a wheelbarrow. When I can't hobble, I shall roll my wheelchair out to the fence of the field where my horses graze and watch them. Whether by wheelbarrow or wheelchair, I will do likewise to keep alive-as long as I can do as best I can-my connection with horses.”

“I want you to put 'He didn't want to ride the damn horse' on my tombstone.”