When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. – William Shakespeare, HenryV
I go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them. – Sherwood Anderson
When anything goes digital, let alone something as immaterial as a book, there is a tendency to see it as just in the air to be taken, and to lose the sense that somebody once made it. – Graham Swift
How idiotic civilization is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle? – Katherine Mansfield, Bliss and Other Stories
