There are horses people use for competition, and if they don&#39;t perform well or go lame, then people ask the vet to put them down to get the insurance money. And my vet knows I love horses, so he gives them to me.

Women treat us [men] like humanity treats gods – they worship us and keep bothering us to do something.

¿Qué es lo malo? Todo lo que proviene de la debilidad.

We were friends, somehow. But in the end, somehow, he intended to be a mortal enemy. All the while that he was making the gestures of a close and precious friend he was fattening my soul in a coop till it was ready for killing

Written By Saul Bellow

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