- Karen Blixen: It's an odd feeling, farewell. There is such envy in it. Men go off to be tested, for courage. And if we're tested at all, it's for patience, for doing without, for how well we can endure loneliness.
- Karen Blixen: When you go away... you don't always go on safari, do you? Just want to be away.
- Denys: It's not meant to hurt you.
- Karen Blixen: It does.
- Denys: I'm with you because I choose to be with you. I don't want to live someone else's idea of how to live. Don't ask me to do that. I don't want to find out one day that I'm at the end of someone else's life. I'm willing to pay for mine. To be lonely sometimes. To die alone, if I have to. I think that's fair.
- Karen Blixen: Not quite. You want me to pay for it as well.
- Denys: No, you have a choice, and you're not willing to do the same for me.
- Karen Blixen: I had a compass from Denys. To steer by, he said. But later it came to me that we navigated differently. Perhaps he knew, as I did not, that the Earth was made round so that we would not see too far down the road.
- [last lines]
- Karen Blixen: The mail has come today, and a friend writes this to me. "The Masai have reported to the district commissioner at Ngong that many times, at sunrise and sunset, they have seen lions on Finch-Hatton's grave. A lion and a lioness have come there, and stood or lain on the grave for a long time. After you went away, the ground around the grave was leveled out into a sort of terrace. I suppose that the level place makes a good site for the lions. From there, they have a view over the plain, and the cattle and the game on it." Denys will like that. I must remember to tell him.
- Baron Bror Blixen: [while Denys is living with Karen and while they eat breakfast on her veranda, Karen's estranged husband drives up to borrow money from her. He passes by Dennis before he leaves] You could have asked, Denys.
- Denys: I did.
- [pauses]
- Denys: She said yes.
- [about to leave Africa, Karen Blixen gives Denys' compass to Farah]
- Karen Blixen: This is very dear to me. It has helped me to find my way.
- Farah: Thank you, Msabu.
- [She goes to board the train. Looks back at him]
- Karen Blixen: I want to hear you say my name.
- Farah: You are Karin, Msabu.
- Denys: [to Karen, whose horse has run away, leaving her at the mercy of an approaching lion] I wouldn't run. If you do, she'll think you're something good to eat.
- Karen Blixen: [staring at lion] Have you - Do you have a gun?
- Denys: She won't like the smell of you.
- Karen Blixen: Shoot - shoot it.
- Denys: She's had breakfast.
- Karen Blixen: Please shoot her.
- Denys: Well, let's give her a moment.
- Karen Blixen: [as lion comes closer] Oh my God, shoot her!
- [Lion approaches Karen then wanders off into brush]
- Karen Blixen: Just how much closer did you expect to let her come?
- Denys: A bit. It wanted to see if you'd run. That's how they decide. A lot like people that way.
- Karen Blixen: She almost had me for lunch!
- Denys: Well, it wasn't her fault, Baroness. She's a lion.
- Karen Blixen: Well, it wasn't mine.
- Denys: Doesn't that outfit come with a rifle?
- Karen Blixen: Ye-ah, uh.
- [looks around]
- Karen Blixen: On my saddle.
- Denys: Better keep it with you. Your horse isn't much of a shot.
- Karen Blixen: Now take back the soul of Denys George Finch-Hatton whom you have shared with us. He brought us joy, and we loved him well. He was not ours. He was not mine.
- Baron Bror Blixen: You're not going to fall in love, are you?
- Karen Blixen: Not with someone who's always leaving.
- Karen Blixen: [After Bror has agreed they can divorce] I suppose I should accuse you of something.
- Baron Bror Blixen: Say what you like.
- [laughs]
- Baron Bror Blixen: Whatever it is, I've probably done it.
- Karen Blixen: If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?
- Karen Blixen: What's wrong with marriage anyway?
- Denys: Have you ever seen one you admire?
- Karen Blixen: Yes, I have, many. Belfield's, for one.
- Denys: He sent her home for the rains in 1910. Didn't tell her they were over until 1913.
- Karen Blixen: [Denys lands his two-seater aircraft, and Karen runs to greet him] Where did you get it?
- Denys: Mombasa. Get in!
- Karen Blixen: [as they take off] When did you learn to fly?
- Denys: Yesterday!
- Farah: Msabu's bleeding. She does not have this ox. This lion is hungry. He does not have this ox. This wagon is heavy. It doesn't have this ox. God is happy, msabu. He plays with us.
- [after placing a gramophone in a field near wild baboons]
- Denys: Think of it: never a man-made sound... and then Mozart!
- Karen Blixen: [Voiceover] I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills. The Equator runs across these highlands, a hundred miles to the north, and the farm lay at an altitude of over six thousand feet. In the day-time you felt that you had got high up; near to the sun, but the early mornings and evenings were limpid and restful, and the nights were cold.
- Denys: I like animals. Nothing they do is half-hearted. Everything they do is for the first time: they hunt, they eat, they mate...
- Karen Blixen: If you say anything now... I'll believe it.
- [to Denys, immediately after they kiss in her tent]
- Karen Blixen: Oh! Get away from there! Shoo! Shoo!
- Denys: Shoo?
- Karen Blixen: Oh! That's all my crystal, my Limoges.
- Karen Blixen: "The time you won your town the race, we chaired you through the marketplace; man and boy stood cheering by, as home we brought you shoulder-high. Smart lad, to slip betimes away from fields where glory does not stay. Early though the laurel grows, It withers quicker than a rose. Now you will not swell the rout of lads that wore their honors out. Runners whom renown outran, and the name died 'fore the man. And round that early-laureled head will flock to gaze the strengthless dead and find unwithered on its curls a garland briefer than a girl's."
- [first lines]
- Karen Blixen: He even took the gramophone on safari. Three rifles, supplies for a month, and Mozart. He began our friendship with a gift. And later, not long before Tsavo, he gave me another. An incredible gift. A glimpse of the world through God's eye. And I thought, "Yes, I see. This is the way it was intended."
- Karen Blixen: It really began in Denmark. And there I knew two brothers. One was my lover - and one was my friend.
- Karen Blixen: Bror, listen to me. I've got no life at all. They wouldn't teach me anything useful. And now I've failed to marry. You know the punishment for that. "Miss Dinesen's at home." And you've gone through all your money. You're off seducing the servant girls. We're a pair, you and I. I mean, at least we're friends!
- Karen Blixen: [Voiceover]
- [Voiceover]
- Karen Blixen: I had a farm in Africa. I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills.
- [Voiceover]
- Karen Blixen: I had a farm in Africa...
- Baron Bror Blixen: It's not as though you loved him. You'd like to be a baroness, that's all.
- Karen Blixen: He lied to me.
- Baron Bror Blixen: Of course. Would you be in bed with him otherwise?
- Belknap: In Ohio we put up scarecrow to keep the birds away. Here, you hope there's enough leopard to keep down the baboon. They'll take your dog too. But that's Africa.
- Delamere: Sarah, where's your muddle-headed husband?
- Lady Belfield: The governor's at the punch bowl hoping to avoid you. Would you like to meet the bride - or did you just come for the whisky?
- Delamere: Not for the company, God knows.
- Denys: Do you sing?
- Karen Blixen: Never.
- Denys: Can you tell a story?
- Karen Blixen: I happen to be very good at stories.
- Denys: I believe that.
- Berkeley Cole: Did you come out through London?
- Karen Blixen: No, from Rome, actually.
- Berkeley Cole: Ah, I thought you might have a newspaper.
- Karen Blixen: No. Sorry.
- Berkeley Cole: Oh, nothing in them - anyway.
- Baron Bror Blixen: Karen, have you met Vicky Gresham?
- Victoria: Hello, Baroness. I'd curtsy, but I'm drunk.
- Karen Blixen: Did you intend to tell Berkeley what a fool I was?
- Denys: She had a lion a bit interested.
- Karen Blixen: A bit? A bit. But not enough to bite.
- Delamere: A Swede, are you?
- Karen Blixen: No. Danish, actually.
- Delamere: Ahh, the little country next to Germany. If it comes to war, where will Denmark stand?
- Karen Blixen: On its own, I hope. We do have that history.