We swung over the hills and over the town and back again, and I saw how a man can be master of… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
To see ten thousand animals untamed and not branded with the symbols of human commerce is like scaling an unconquered mountain for… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
The world grows bigger as the light leaves it. There are no boundaries and no landmarks. The trees and the rocks and… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
I look at my yesterdays for months past, and find them as good a lot of yesterdays as anybody might want. I… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
I suppose if there were a part of the world in which mastodon still lived, somebody would design a new gun, and… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
Africa is mystic; it is wild; it is a sweltering inferno; it is a photographer's paradise, a hunter's Valhalla, an escapist's Utopia.… — 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