The aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten.
JACK LONDONThe aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten.
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 LONDONShow me a man with a tattoo and I’ll show you a man with an interesting past.
JACK LONDONThe word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.
JACK LONDONLife is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
JACK LONDONIntelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
JACK LONDONLife is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
JACK LONDONNot all the monsters have fangs.
JACK LONDONAs one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.
JACK LONDONTo be able to forget means sanity.
JACK LONDONIt’s better to stand by someone’s side than by yourself
JACK LONDONI would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
JACK LONDONThe Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
JACK LONDONI write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me.
JACK LONDONIn a saturated population life is always cheap.
JACK LONDONYou 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.
JACK LONDON