A man and a gun and a star and a beast are still ponderable in a world — Robert Ruark

"[M]odern sucker civilization, in which, basically, most things that are not worth doing are done badly."

"A man can build a staunch reputation for honesty by admitting he was in error, especially when he gets caught at it."

"This is a book about Africa in which I have tried to avoid most of the foolishness, personal heroism, and general exaggeration which usually attend works of this sort. It is a book important only to the writer and has no sociological significance whatsoever."

"Toa bundouki mkubwa," I said. "The big one. Gimme the .470." The gunbearer snapped the barrels onto the elephant gun and slipped a couple of cigar-sized shells into it. I held it on the gory hyena and took his head off. "They say it’s a good woodchuck gun, the .220," Harry said. "I’m inclined to believe they may be right. But for pigs and hyenas and such it aint much gun, is it?"

"There was nobody around but me, nobody else in the world but me and a million animals and a thousand noises and the bright sun and the cool breeze and the shade from the big trees that made it cathedral-cool but a lot less musty and damp and full of century-old fear and trembling. I got to thinking that maybe this was what God had in mind when He invented religion, instead of all the don’t and must-nots and sins and confessions of sins. I got to thinking about all the big churches I had been in, including those in Rome, and how none of them could possibly compare with this place, with its brilliant birds and its soothing sounds of intense life all around and the feeling of ineffable peace and good will, so that not even man would be capable of behaving very badly in such a place. I thought that this was maybe the kind of place the Lord would come to sit in and get His strength back after a hard days work trying to straighten out mankind. Certainly He wouldnt go inside a church. If the Lord was tired He would be uneasy inside a church."

"Restaurants? You stumble by accident, in search of a beer and а sammidge, into some dive and run onto the damnedest cuisine since the first cannibal discovered a recipe for braised missionary."