Ever Step You Take Is Forever.

What He Loved In Horses Was What He Loved In Men, The Blood And The Heat Of The Blood That Ran Them. All His Reverence And All His Fondness And All The Leanings Of His Life Were For The Ardenhearted And They Would Always Be So And Never Be Otherwise. (all The Pretty Horses)

Scars Have The Strange Power To Remind Us That Our Past Is Real.

Borrowed Time And Borrowed World And Borrowed Eyes With Which To Sorrow It.

You Either Stick Or You Quit. And I Wouldnt Quit You I Dont Care What You Done.

You Think When You Wake Up In The Mornin Yesterday Don't Count. But Yesterday Is All That Does Count. What Else Is There? Your Life Is Made Out Of The Days It’s Made Out Of. Nothin Else.