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It's Easy To Talk To A Horse If You Understand His Language. Horses Stay The Same From The Day They Are Born Until The Day They Die. They Are Only Changed By The Way People Treat Them.

Such Beauty, He Thought, Was Too Perfect To Have Come About By Mere Chance. That Day In The Center Of The Pacific Was, To Him, A Gift Crafted Deliberately, Compassionately, For Him And Phil. Joyful And Grateful In The Midst Of Slow Dying, The Two Men Bathed In That Day Until Sunset Brought Is, And Their Time In The Doldrums, To An End.

For 'seabiscuit,' I Interviewed 100 People I Never Met.

Books On Horse Racing Subjects Have Never Done Well, And I Am Told That Publishers Had Come To Think Of Them As The Literary Version Of Box Office Poison

He Had No Money And No Home; He Lived Entirely On The Road Of The Racing Circuit, Sleeping In Empty Stalls, Carrying With Him Only A Saddle, His Rosary, And His Books...the Books Were The Closest Thing He Had To Furniture, And He Lived In Them The Way Other Men Live In Easy Chairs.