West with the Night

by Beryl Markham

names are keys that open corridors no longer fresh in the mind, but nonetheless familiar in the heart.

it is possible to forget yourself if you talk, but not if you only lie and think.

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 yielding to thoughtless impulse.