When God wanted to create the horse, he said to the South Wind, I want to make a creature of you. Condense. And the Wind condensed.
Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby, to be picked up and laid down like a game of Solitaire. It is a grand passion.
A horse is the projection of peoples’ dreams about themselves … strong, powerful, beautiful … and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.
Fascination with horses predated every other single thing I knew. Before I was a mother, before I was a writer, before I knew the facts of life, before I was a schoolgirl, before I learned to read, I wanted a horse.