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.

Riding is a complicated joy. You learn something each time. It is never quite the same, and you never know it all.

If you have it, it is for life. It is a disease for which there is no cure. You will go on riding even after they have to haul you on a comfortable wise old cob, with feet like inverted buckets and a back like a fireside chair... when I can't ride anymore, I shall still keep horses as long as I can hobble about with a bucket and a wheelbarrow. When I can't hobble, I shall roll my wheelchair out to the fence of the field where my horses graze, and watch them.

Nothing that ever happens in life can take away the fact that I am me. So I have to go on being me.

Writing is a cop-out. An excuse to live perpetually in fantasy land, where you can create, direct and watch the products of your own head. Very selfish.

Come to the stable. Come to where the horses are, and the sweet, grainy, pungent smells.

Nursing is a kind of mania; a fever in the blood; an incurable disease.