"When I was about nine and very headstrong, I insisted on riding a horse that was not properly broken in. The family had all gone to the country horseback riding. Bella was a fine horsewoman. Suddenly my horse began galloping away. The horse was dashing, at breakneck speed, toward a swimming pool. I held on for dear life and called for Bella.
"'I'm coming' she yelled, whipping her horse and galloping after me.
"She came up alongside my horse and scooped me up onto her saddle. I knew, from then on, that if I were in trouble, Bella would always save my ass."
-- Liz Abzug
1. Entire quote from E.M. Broner, The Telling (New York: HarperCollins, 1993) 36.