Book: Horses, horses.... Page 1

His father worked for the old Steak watts. Everyone grumbled that he had, say, bad breath. And he answered that he was bad breath bad. Worse, when the person is not breathing.

Beautiful horse still that beautiful woman. Hassle more than fun. No, it's not a beauty. Most importantly, would be a good judge.

What did the foul deed, he suddenly asked.
I don't know. But actually, if you really did something nasty, it is better to keep quiet about it.

I think God is taking care of the people who asked Rawlins.
Like... what do you think?
I guess you're right... There is in the world a no order... And then someone sneezes in any Arkansas, and before you know it, you'll be carnage. And do happen to God knows what. Everyone will do what he wants. No. The Lord definitely watches over us, otherwise everything would fly apart.

Do you think there is a heaven?
I do not know. Maybe there is... But is it possible to believe in heaven and not believe in hell?
In my opinion, you can believe anything.
Rollins nodded and said:
If only to think that you can happen in this world made my Head spin.

When you shoot, the appetite disappears completely.

We don't know when we're gonna have need of those whom we despise...

People have lost a sense of security. We as a Comanche two hundred years ago. We do not know what will happen tomorrow, who's gonna run the whole show. We don't even know what color the skin is these guys have...

In our lives things against which we are powerless.

Horses he loved the same as in men. The rapid flow of blood kindle an unquenchable fire. He was loved and revered by fervent heart, and felt a mysterious and uncontrollable impulse. He knew: no matter how developed his life, he will always obey this imperious incessant call.

...I thought we could be friends.
It's only words, Mary Catherine, he said, shaking his head. I have to go.
Well, what's wrong with words? All around you only know how to say the words.

My father ran away from home at the age of fifteen. Otherwise I would have been born in Alabama.
You do not be born.
Why do you think so?
Because your mother is a native of San Angelo and he never met her.
He could meet someone else.
And she is too.
What do you mean?
What you do not be born.
Stop asking me that! So, I would have been born somewhere else.
But how?
Like-like... And did!
If your mother gave birth to another man's child and your father gave birth to the son of another woman, which of these two would you rather?
No.
You see!
Rawlins lay and stared at the stars.
And still I somewhere yeah would be born. Maybe I would have looked not like now, but if God was pleased, so I appeared in a white light then I was born.
And if he was not anyone, and not be born.

And how much did you win? What's your record?
You don't need to know. Gambling is a bad habit.
Maybe a game of chess?
I now don't have the patience to play chess.
At least you had the patience to play poker.
Poker is another matter.
What is the difference?
Money, that's what.

You should not smoke.
Father pursed his lips, drummed his fingers on the table, looked at his son.
When I ask your advice what to do, then you'll know that I became an adult.