No ride is ever the last one. No horse is ever the last one you will have. Somehow there will always be other horses, other places to ride them.
The limitless jet-lag purgatory of Immigration and Baggage at Heathrow.
Nursing is a kind of mania; a fever in the blood; an incurable disease.
Come to the stable. Come to where the horses are, and the sweet, grainy, pungent smells.
We dominate a horse by mind over matter. We could never do it by brute strength.
Nothing that ever happens in life can take away the fact that I am me. So I have to go on being me.