“(This town) doesn't look like anything; it isn't anything. Its five tin-roofed huts cling to the skinny tracks of the Uganda Railway like parasites on a vine.” — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
“(This place) presumed to be a town then, but was hardly more than a word under a tin roof.” — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
I have lifted my plane . . . for perhaps a thousand flights and I have never felt her wheels glide from the Earth… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
“(Quoting her friend Tom Black on an amateur hunter's injury:) "Lion, rifles -- and stupidity.” — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
“The only disadvantage in surviving a dangerous experience lies in the fact that your story of it tends to be anticlimactic. You can never… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
“All this, and discontent too! Otherwise, why am I sitting here dreaming of England? Why am I gazing at this campfire like a lost… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
We swung over the hills and over the town and back again, and I saw how a man can be master of a craft,… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
Talk lives in a man’s head, but sometimes it is very lonely because in the heads of many men there is nothing to keep… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
There is a certain silence that can emanate from a lifeless object as from a chair lately used, or from a piano with old… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
[The lion] began to contemplate me with a kind of quiet premeditation, like that of a slow-witted man fondling an unaccustomed thought. — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
“From the time I arrived in British East Africa at the indifferent age of four and went through the barefoot stage of early youth… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
But, for a little while, this is the place for us -- a good place too--a place of good omen, a place of beginning… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
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