11 Quotes by Jane Schwartz

Frank wouldn’t have traded any horse in the world for Ruffian.

Whiteley handed him a piece of paper. “Give this to the gateman when you get over there.

The crowd started to chant: “Ruffian! Ruffian! Ruffian!” It sent a chill up his spine.

In three jumps she had widened her lead from one length to seven. How had she opened up like that?

If a horse and rider listened to each other, they could do just about anything together.

The filly was a freak! She had descended from another planet; that was the only explanation.

Some ancient instinct was being aroused in her; she wanted to beat those other horses.

She was by far the biggest yearling in the bunch, the biggest many of them could remember, a freak.

You didn’t get beat by any old horse, you know; you just got beat by the fastest filly that was ever born!