“ To her all things are poignantly lacking — but she is incapable of desiring anything. Beryl Markham
“ I could never tell where inspiration begins and impulse leaves off. I suppose the answer is in the outcome. If your hunch proves a good one, you were inspired; if it proves bad, you are guilty of yiel… Beryl Markham
“ From the time I arrived in British East Africa at the indifferent age of four and went through the barefoot stage of early youth hunting wild pig with the Nandi, later training race-horses for a livin… Beryl Markham
“ Bookmakers tread on each other’s toes, on mine, on anybody’s, or stand flat-footed scowling at scraps of paper clutched like passports to El Dorado. Beryl Markham
“ And still it was gone. Seeing it again could not be living it again. You can always rediscover an old path and wander over it, but the best yo an do then is say, 'Ah, yes, know this turning!' --or rem… Beryl Markham
“ Africa is never the same to anyone who leaves it and returns again. It is not a land of change, but it is a land of moods and its moods are numberless. Beryl Markham
“ An experience can be as startling as the first awareness of a stranger walking by your side at night. You are the stranger. Beryl Markham
“ The rain feeds the seed, and the seed the mill. When the rain stops, the mill wheels stop — or, if they continue to turn, they grind despair for the man who owns them. My father owned them. Beryl Markham
“ Names are keys that open corridors no longer fresh in the mind, but nonetheless familiar in the heart. Beryl Markham
“ In view of this and other things, I demand forgiveness for being so obviously impressed with my own parents. Beryl Markham
“ If a man has any greatness in him, it comes to light, not in one flamboyant hour, but in the ledger of his daily work. Beryl Markham
“ I fly swiftly. I fly high — south-southwest, over the Ngong Hills. I am relaxed. My right hand rests upon the stick in easy communication with the will and the way of the plane. Beryl Markham
“ Each humid, tropic day is stillborn, and does not breathe, however lustily pregnant the night that gave it birth. Beryl Markham
“ Love thy neighbour’ is less a pious injunction than a rule for survival. If you meet one in trouble, you stop — another time he may stop for you. Beryl Markham
“ Toombo. Look at the roundness of your belly. Look at the heaviness of your legs!’ Toombo looks. ‘God makes fat birds and small birds, trees that are wide and trees that are thin, like wattle. He makes… Beryl Markham
“ One day the stars will be as familiar to each man as the landmarks, the curves, and the hills on the road that leads to his door, and one day this will be an airborne life. But by then men will have f… Beryl Markham
“ Look at a seed in the palm of a farmer’s hand. It can be blown away with a puff of breath and that is the end of it. But it holds three lives — its own, that of the man who may feed on its increase, a… Beryl Markham
