You have my whole heart. You always did.

What he loved in horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them. All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenhearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise. (All the Pretty Horses)

Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the pit and seen the horror in the round and learned at last that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance. - The judge

What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream

Maybe it's like Mac says. Ever man winds up with the horse that suits him.

I think if you were Satan and you were settin around tryin to think up somethin that would just bring the human race to its knees what you would probably come up with is narcotics.

Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.