It's thrilling. There's birth and death and frustration and victory in raising horses. It's like a little microcosm of life is built into the short lives of these creatures.

Death belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.

I've always questioned death and birth and life, ... Where do we go? Are we here now? Or is this just one of the lives that we live? ... It just happened, it wasn't really planned, I swear. Everything fell into place.

Death is not the problem but rather time

After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.

People are afraid of their own lives. Shouldn't your goal be to have a meaningful life? Unknown, mysterious, thrilling?