Yet when the books have been read, it boils down to the horse, his human companion, and what goes on between them

His mane was like a crest, mounting, then falling low. His neck was long and slender, and arched to the small, savagely beautiful head. The head was that of the wildest of all wild creatures- a stallion born wild- and it was beautiful, savage, splendid. A stallion with a wonderful physical perfection that matched his savage, ruthless spirit.

I believe that half the trouble in the world comes from people asking 'What have I achieved?' rather than 'What have I enjoyed?'

You've never in your life seen a horse run like this! He's all power - all beauty.

Imagination can help you reach into the heavens to grasp an idea, bring it down to earth, and make it work.