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Quote by Beryl Markham

“After that, work and hope. But never hope more than you work”

Work

West with the Night is a memoir that offers a rare glimpse into the life of Beryl Markham, an extraordinary woman who lived and worked in Kenya during the early 20th century. The book combines Markham's experiences as a pilot, horsewoman, and safari guide with her reflections on life, love, and the natural world. Her vivid storytelling and personal insights provide a unique perspective on the era and the author's remarkable journey. more

Author

Beryl Markham

Beryl Markham, born on October 26, 1902, and died on August 3, 1986, was a renowned Kenyan female pilot and author. She was born in the United Kingdom but grew up in Kenya and is best known for her exceptional flying achievements and literary works. more

“My readers have to work with me to create the experience. They have to bring their imaginations to the story. No one sees a book in the same way, no one sees the characters the same way. As a reader you imagine them in your own mind. So, together, as author and reader, we have both created the story.”

Way Mind Book Character Stories Together Imagination Imagine Reader

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“We'll all grow up someday, Meg, we might as well know what we want. ~Amy March~”

Knows Want Wells Might Grows Growing Up Someday Meg

Author:Louisa May Alcott

“Those are brave men," he told Ser Balon in admiration. "Let's go kill them.”

Men Brave Admiration Brave Man

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Source: George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones 5-Book Boxed Set (Song of Ice and Fire Series): A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and and A Dance with Dragons

“Sweet moonlight, shining full and clear, Why do you light my torture here? How often have you seen me toil, Burning last drops of midnight oil. On books and papers as I read, My friend, your mournful light you shed. If only I could flee this den And walk the mountain-tops again, Through moonlit meadows make my way, In mountain caves with spirits play - Released from learning's musty cell, Your healing dew would make me well!”