What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.

Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.

If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?

Finally he said that among men there was no such communion as among horses and the notion that men can be understood at all was probably an illusion.

He spoke of his campaigns in the deserts of Mexico and he told them of horses killed under him and he said that the souls of horses mirror the souls of men more closely than men suppose and that horses also love war. Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to holo

Looking over the country with those sunken eyes as if the world out there had been altered or made suspect by what he'd seen of it elsewhere. As if he might never see it right again. Or worse did see it right at last. See it as it had always been, would forever be.

It's not about knowing who you are. It's about thinkin you got there without takin anything with you. Your notions about startin over. or anybody's. You dont start over. That's what it's about. Every step you take is forever. You can't make it go away. None of it.