Everything in life is gray, you know.

She never felt sorry for herself, and that was something I decided I admired most in people.

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

I became known as Lily Casey, the mustang-breaking, poker-playing, horse-race-winning schoolmarm of Coconino County, and it wasn't half bad to be in place where no one had a problem with a woman having a moniker like that.

When someone's wounded, the first order of business is to stop the bleeding. You can figure out later how best to help them heal.

The women I know with strong personalities, the ones who might have become generals or the heads of companies if they were men, become teachers. Teaching is a calling, too. And I've always thought that teachers in their way are holy-angles leading their flocks out of the darkness.

Sometimes you need a little crisis to get your adrenaline flowing and help you realize your potential.