Please, Percy…change your clothes. You smell like you’ve been run over by an electric horse.

I want to be the best race horse around when I grow up, Mama.You can be, Charlie, as long as you are willing to try your best and not give up when you have a...

It worked out great for me. The other horses in the race all had the speed. So I just waited, and when I went outside in the stretch, she gave me another gear.

Chris just watches, but he can’t keep his mouth shut for long. “Excellent, everyone is serving me. I’m glad you guys have finally figured out how it should be…now you just need to convince the...

[Babbington] “What did [the Doctor, Stephen] do to you, sir?”[Captain Aubrey] “Well, I am ashamed to say he took a pistol-ball out of the small of my back. It must have been when I turned...

Lacan, as we have seen in our discussion of Freud, regards the unconscious as structured like a language. This is not only because it works by metaphor and metonymy: it is also because, like language...

The horses suddenly began to neigh, protestingAgainst those who were drowning them in the ocean.The horses sank to the bottom, neighing, neighing.Until they had all gone down.That is all. Nevertheless, I pity them,Those bay horses,...

We came in spastic, like tameless horses. We left in plastic as numbered corpses.

We sometime didn’t get enough to buy oats for our horses. Most banks had very little money in them.

Sean reaches between us and slides a thin bracelet of red ribbons over my free hand. Lifting my arm, he presses his lips against the inside of my wrist. I’m utterly still; I feel my...

To horses, everyday is a new day to survive. It’s a natural instinct. They don’t think of the past or the future, only the present. So in terms of trying to teach your horse or...

It’s hard to lead a cavalry charge if you think you look funny on a horse.

In riding a horse, we borrow freedom

We work all our lives to be who we become. And, it’s who we become that determines what becomes of us.

You could go for miles without seeing an end to the procession of troops and horses and wagons, … An eagle aloft in the April winds high over the landscape would only see something iridescently...

I would close my eyes and dream of something strong, dream of horses exploding, rising into the air, their hearts beating survive, survive, survive.