You can live a lifetime and, at the end of it, know more about other people than you know about yourself

In Africa people learn to serve each other. They live on credit balances of little favors that they give and may, one day, ask to have returned.

(On Baron von Blixen:)

Six feet of amiable Swede and, to my knowledge, the toughest, most durable White Hunter ever to snicker at the fanfare of safari or to shoot a charging buffalo between the eyes while debating whether his sundown drink will be gin or whisky.

None of the characters in (the story) were distinguished ones -- not even the lion.

He was an old lion, prepared from birth to lose his life rather than to leave it. But he had the dignity of all free creatures, and so he was allowed his moment. It was hardly a glorious moment.

The two men who shot him were indifferent as men go, or perhaps they were less than that. At least they shot him without killing him, and then turned the unsconscionable eye of a camera upon his agony. It was a small, a stupid, but a callous crime.

(Quoting her friend Tom Black on an amateur hunter's injury:)

"Lion, rifles -- and stupidity.

There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing.