Horses were never wrong. They always did what they did for a reason, and it was up to you to figure it out.

It's really not that hard to put food on the table if that's what you decide to do.

Everything in life had a purpose, and unless it achieved that purpose, it was just taking up space on the planet and wasting everybody's time.

God deals us all different hands. How we play 'em is up to us.

Once you go on welfare it changes you. Even if you get off welfare, you never escape the stigma that you were a charity case. You're scarred for life.

As awful as he could be, I always knew he loved me in a way no one else ever had.

You're in a horse race but you're thinking like a sheep. Sheep don't win horse races.

Dad's death didn't hollow me out the way Helen's had. After all, everyone had assumed Dad was a goner back when he got kicked in the head as a child. Instead, he had cheated death and, despite his gimp and speech impediment, lived a long life doing pretty much what he wanted. He hadn't drawn the best of cards, but he'd played his hand darned well, so what was there to grieve over?

All seasons have something to offer