Since humans first huddled around campfires, stories have been told of wild horses with wind in their manes, fire in their eyes and freedom in their hearts. Those horses eluded capture, and scorned the comforts of civilization. Americans have insisted they want their wild horses to live that way, forever.

Beckon The Sea, I'll Come To The.... Shed Seven Tears, Perchance Seven Years...

Morning's great that way. You can cry yourself to sleep and wake up wondering what the fuss was over.

Listen twice as much as you talk, since you were born with two ears and one mouth.

It never seemed fair that just when you're old enough to do anything you want, you can't. You have to start working, so there's no time. And if there is time, you're not working, so there's no money.

We were meant to be together.

For the Phantom, there is only one girl. For Sam, there is only one horse.