Never in my wildest imagination did I think she would survive. I thought that would be a dead horse we would be looking at the next morning.

Never have I seen horses looking this bad. They're good horses. They're going to be good companions. How anyone could do this is beyond me.

These are bones you never see on a horse, (they) were just jutting out and when you put your hand there there's no fat there at all. She was literally a walking skeleton.

Books allowed my imagination to take flight - and it hasn't landed yet

Indeed, a man is rather being thought than thinking, when a new thought arises in his mind.

Imagination might not be limitless. It's still tethered to the universe of what we know.