“We ride the blades againbeside the crooked bay. You smile.I hold you like a hole holds light.We wear our hats and ride the knives.They cannot fix you. They try and try.Tunnel! Into the dark open we go.Days you are sick, we get dressed slow.”

“I don't like anybody or anything," said Lucinda.Yes, you do;--you like horses to ride, and dresses to wear.”

“There's always light after the dark. You have to go through that dark place to get to it, but it's there, waiting for you. It's like riding on a train through a dark tunnel. If you get so scared you jump off in the middle of the ride, then you're there, in the tunnel, stuck in the dark. You have to ride the train all the way to the end of the ride.”

“Night came and fell hard.Not like God drawing a blanket over our landBut like someone snuffing a candle.Sudden and total.Out—just like that.Now we are waiting.Waiting in the darkTo see if someoneWill switch on the light.We can cower,We can fear,We can get lost together orGet lost alone.But the truth is:I am the light. You are the light.We are lit up together.We are silhouettes of sunlightcast against the night.Shining now, let usShining, hold the light,Shining, so that our familiesCan find us.Shining.”

“You know, for a while there we kept horses for the boys, and we had a mare that had broken down. Couldn't ride it... You could feed it and brush it and water it and all. Sometimes, I've thought that's what most marriages get to. A horse you still care a little about but cannot any longer ride.”

“I say be bold, come out of your threshold and ride the wind wherever it goes, we shall hold in one hand peace and in the other reignes, damn those who say the wind cannot be tamed, today it be a steed of grace that takes us to every place we have yet to see, perhaps it may even bring you to me...RIDE!”