“It is dreams that have destroyed us. There is no more pride
in horses or in rein holding.”

“Guyal reined his horse and reflected that flowers were rarely cherished by persons of hostile disposition.”

“Now the sun touched the horizon and the man reined in his horse tiredly, glad that the time for prayer had come.”

“Like a young horse
Who bites against the new bit in his teeth,
And tugs and struggles against the new-tried rein.”

“Like those dreams that have pleased us. They escape us and we vainly try to hold onto them.”

“We want to follow a dream, yes it's true, but it's one thing to follow a dream and another to follow an obsession…A dream is more pure than obsession. A dream is about pride.”

“Pride fills me. I am sick with the pride that destroyed me.”

“Pride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants.”

“You're a stubborn, ill-trained horse." she said
The horse snorted and walked towards the North Road of his own volition.
"Hey!" Karigan pulled back on the reins. "Whoa. Who do you think is in charge here?”

“I suspect there will never be a requiem for a dream, simply because it will destroy us before we have the opportunity to mourn it's passing.”