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I hate mules. I hate the noise when someone walks with mules. Clomp, clomp, clomp. I think it's very not chic. I don't even like a flip-flop. I don't like this noise.

Horses teach you patience and how to do things the right way so you can get the right result.

There's a fine line between stubbornness and the positive side of that, which is dogged determination.

I'm strong and opinionated. Those qualities brought me a lot of problems since I was a little girl in school, saying 'I don't agree' and fighting with the children. It's part of my curiosity for life.

The North African mule talks always of his mother's brother, the horse, but never of his father, the donkey, in favor of others supposedly more reputable.

I ride horses once in a while, but I'm no expert. I hold on for dear life.

I don't ever give my opinion. Opinions I have about anything are in my personal life.

I used to go to the stables and fool with the mules. My mother lived in constant fear that I might be brought home with a hoof print on my stomach.

I don't want just attitude and loud opinion.