Putin himself is a character out of fiction, an uber-macho former Soviet thug running a massive, expansionist kleptocracy. The man stages photographs riding horses barechested and hunting tigers. His enemies find themselves on the wrong end of radioa...
Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against t...
One thing led to another and I didn't have to take tickets any more because I now worked for Mr. Rogers. He said if I was going to take care of his horses than I'd better learn how to ride. He was very kind to me.
Don't use all-or-nothing thinking. Take each day as its own day, and don't worry about it if you mess up one day. The most important thing you can do is just get back up on the horse.
I am not involved in any 'issues' because it's too sensitive for me - or my wife - to get involved. Every time we express an opinion it becomes a whole thing in itself. And the whole purpose of living in the countryside was to get away from hundreds ...
It's only a matter of time before it all starts to fall apart, before things start to fall off. Short legs, long body. The kind of person who in the Middle Ages would come up over the hill on his horse, and they'd say, 'Get Wogan,' and I'd be there w...
Lo: All this trouble for a comb? Jen Yu: It's mine. It means a lot to me. A barbarian like you wouldn't understand. Lo: I can use it to pick fleas from my horse.
Nicky Santoro: You took your boots off? You put your feet on the table? You shit-kicking, stinky, horse-manure-smellin' motherfucker you. You fuck me up over there, I'll stick you in a hole in the fuckin' desert.
Baron Nishi: This is a picture of me and my horse champion. Sam: [Sam smiles and chuckles] No kidding. Oklahoma, it's where I'm from. Baron Nishi: Takeichi. Sam: Sam. [Both men shake hands]
Horseman: [saluting] View halloo! Horse: [also saluting] Oh, yes, definitely. A view halloo. Fox: View halloo? [the horseman blows his bugle and the others pursue the fox] Fox: Faith and begora, 'tis them Redcoats again!
Bastian's Father: I got a call from your math teacher, yesterday. She says that you were drawing horses in your math book. Bastian: Unicorns. They were unicorns. Bastian's Father: What? Bastian: Nothing.
Joe Oramas: Trains are really cool. Olivia Harris: They are. Finbar McBride: [smoking marijuana] So are horses. Joe Oramas: What? Finbar McBride: I was just thinking that. Joe Oramas: Give me the joint, man.
Walt Disney: There's no greater joy than that seen through the eyes of a child, and there's a little bit of a child in all of us. P.L. Travers: Maybe in you, Mr. Disney, but certainly not in me. Walt Disney: Get on the horse, Pamela.
[after LaBoeuf pulls Rooster and Mattie from the snake pit, he collapses off his horse; they go to him but it's too late] Rooster Cogburn: Texican... saved my neck twice. Once after he was dead.
I once drove a pair of horses from New York to Vicksburg, and to this day I can almost map out that country as I saw it then, with its hills and valleys, villages and rivers. Yes, I naturally attribute something of my success in railroad building to ...
Well, I think it's kind of interesting how the Osmond name has been really seen on both sides of the pendulum. There's obviously the bubblegum side, but for people who really know about music, it's clear on the other side. As a matter of fact, I find...
[after hearing they get three times diver's pay to check out the nuclear sub] Catfish De Vries: Hell, for triple time, I'd eat Beany! Jammer Willis: Set me on fire and put me out with horse piss.
Sheik Ilderim: Bonehead! Give me those reins! You think you can treat my horses like animals? To drive cows and goats is all you're fit for! Get off, idiot! [he kicks the driver off the chariot]
I used to do a lot of fencing in the theater and a lot of horse riding in the early days, so I'm used to it in a way. If you're classically trained like I am, it's a little bit like mother's milk to me. I enjoy it.
I have a Chamberlain I bought from some surfers in Westwood many years ago. It's an early analog synthesizer; it operates on tape loops. It has 60 voices - everything from galloping horses to owls to rain to every instrument in the orchestra.
Melody is the essence of music. I compare a good melodist to a fine racer, and counterpointists to hack post-horses; therefore be advised, let well alone and remember the old Italian proverb: Chi sa più, meno sa—Who knows most, knows least.
