She was beautiful in a way that only wild things can be beautiful.
Winterdance: The Fine Madness of Running the IditarodOnly me, eh? Is that how you see yourself? Only you is worth a good deal more than you think.
The Wild RoadIf I were a Wild West cowboy, I wouldn’t ride a horse—I’d ride a wheelchair. More romantic.
XazaqazaxDon Jose: We all dream of being a child again, even the worst of us. Perhaps the worst most of all.
The Wild Bunch