There is no way to tell non-horsey people that the companionship of a horse is not like that of a dog, or a cat, or a person.

In my experience, there is only one motivation, and that is desire. No reason or principle contain it or stand against it.

I was an only child. I've known only children. From this experience I do believe that the children should outnumber the parents.

Not every novel that wants to be a tragedy gets to be one.

I learned why out riding alone is an oxymoron: An equestrian is never alone, is always sensing the other being, the mysterious but also understandable living being that is the horse.

Hmmph, said Mrs. Walker, or rather, without speaking, she launched this hmmph into the air of the room and allowed it to float there.

But she could only remember that it was good, not how it felt.

In truth Mr Jonas Silk was as niggardly as he was jealous, and my sister Beatrice had as much interest in Kansas as she did in the czar of all the Russias, and so my brother Mr. Horace Silk worked out his plans in a white heat of frustrated eagerness.

Actually, she often wondered whether cleanliness drove love away. Fastidious, she suspected that life itself was to be found in dirt and disorder, in unknown dark substances that she was hesitant to touch.

I loved the house the way you would any new house, because it is populated by your future.