He made her drunk, this man made her drunk; and every time his eyes flashed into hers she could not breathe.

Then she'll know I'll want to knock her senseless if she so much as looks at me.

Still doing your best to ruin the horses, I see.

She cried like a person whose heart is broken and wondered how, when two people loved each other, there could be such a broken heart.

...that's how memory works ... Things disappear without your permission, then come back again without your permission.

A man who fights you as he does is no better than an opportunist and no worse than a thug.

Your brothers are the foolish ones for not seeing the strength in beautiful things.