You can tell a horse owner by the interior of their car. Boots, mud, pony nuts, straw, items of tack and a screwed-up waxed jacket of incredible antiquity. There is normally a top layer of children and dogs.
I've always told my children that life is like a layer cake. You get to put one layer on top of the other, and whether you frost it or not is up to you.
It's an incredible feeling for an owner or trainer to know they've got a superior race horse on their hands. You can tell when you have a really good one.
If in the paddock the owner is surrounded by a herd of young children, don't back his horse. But if the owner is accompanied by a beautiful lady, plunge to the hilt.
Heaven and earth are ruthless, and treat the various creatures as straw dogs; the sage is ruthless, and treats others as straw dogs.
The truth is that we're not remaking Sam Peckinpah's 'Straw Dogs,' we're making 'Straw Dogs.' We're taking this story, and we're putting our own spin on it. The mere fact that I have James Marsden in it is an indication that it's a very different film than the one that had Dustin Hoffman in it.
I suffered from some delusion that I wanted to be an English country girl, a Sloane Ranger donning the old Hunter boots and Barbour jacket to slosh around in mud with the Range Rover.
An incredible number of people have raised children who aren't too screwed up. Surely, I won't be the worst at it.
I always looked up to my grandfather. He wore Italian zip-up CAT boots, and he had a moustache which he waxed into a twirl - now that is worth looking up to.
Evening, I've just got myself some really nice black suede boots and big black leather Acne jacket. So oversized jacket, skinny jeans, and boots is always a get up and go evening outfit. Just black is always good. You can't go wrong.
A car alarm is a way for a car to tell everyone that its owner is an asshole.
My daily uniform is always an easy T-shirt or tank top, a pair of jeans and a leather or denim jacket, and combat boots.
I felt like I already knew how to race by the time I was four. I was always at the race track with my dad. I watched him race thousands of laps in a sprint car standing on top of a trailer watching him, getting down and cleaning the mud off his car. That's just what I grew up doing.
I tend not to wear ties very often. I'm usually in old stuff: Hermes or Marc Jacobs boots and jeans and a T-shirt and a leather jacket or a jean jacket.
My days are spent wrangling children, chipping dried manure from boots, washing jeans, and frying calf nuts.
I always love to dress up, but I usually end up in a leather jacket and boots!
When a horse falls, foam comes out of its mouth. When it falls, the legs of the horse thrash and the horse is no good... So somebody shoots it. The horse turns into glue. A machine puts the glue into bottles and children squeeze the bottles to get the glue out and stick bits of paper onto cards. Glue gets on the children's hands and the children eat the glue. And the children become the horse.