And how have I lived? Frankly and openly, though crudely. I have not been afraid of life. I have not shrunk from it. I have taken it for what it was at its own valuation. And I have not been ashamed of it. Just as it was, it was mine.
JACK LONDONAnd how have I lived? Frankly and openly, though crudely. I have not been afraid of life. I have not shrunk from it. I have taken it for what it was at its own valuation. And I have not been ashamed of it. Just as it was, it was mine.
JACK LONDONThe aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten.
JACK LONDONWhite Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong.
JACK LONDONNot all the monsters have fangs.
JACK LONDONIn a saturated population life is always cheap.
JACK LONDONHis conclusion was that things were not always what they appeared to be. The cub’s fear of the unknown was an inherited distrust, and it had now been strengthened by experience. Thenceforth, in the nature of things, he would possess an abiding distrust of appearances.
JACK LONDONLove cannot in its very nature be peaceful or content. It is a restlessness, an unsatisfaction. I can grant a lasting love just as I can grant a lasting unsatisfaction; but the lasting love cannot be coupled with possession, for love is pain and desire and possession is easement and fulfilment.
JACK LONDONA good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.
JACK LONDONIf cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
JACK LONDONYou can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
JACK LONDONSo that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.
JACK LONDONIntelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
JACK LONDONI’d rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.
JACK LONDONShe was thrilling to a desire that urged her to go forward, to be in closer to that fire, to be squabbling with the dogs, and to be avoiding and dodging the stumbling feet of men.
JACK LONDONStrength is an empty shell.
JACK LONDONSome sorts of truth are truer than others.
JACK LONDON