Show me a man with a tattoo and I’ll show you a man with an interesting past.
JACK LONDONI would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
More Jack London Quotes
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Don’t loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club, and if you don’t get it you will nonetheless get something that looks remarkably like it.
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I was five years old the first time I got drunk.
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The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.
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It is so much easier to live placidly and complacently. Of course, to live placidly and complacently is not to live at all.
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The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
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I’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.
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Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
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Some sorts of truth are truer than others.
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Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
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Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.
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There’s only one way to make a beginning, and that is to begin; and begin with hard work, and patience, prepared for all the dissapointÂments.
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Everything is good as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death’s horses they run in span.
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Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
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But I am I. And I won’t subordinate my taste to the unanimous judgment of mankind
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The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
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Age is never so old as youth would measure it.
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The Law is a lie, and through it men lie most shamelessly.
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If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
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Not all the monsters have fangs.
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You stand on dead men’s legs. You’ve never had any of your own. You couldn’t walk alone between two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly.
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He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive.
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The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
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Too much is written by the men who can’t write about the men who do write.
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She 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.
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Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death.
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I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.
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