You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
JACK LONDONHe 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.
More Jack London Quotes
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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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Not all the monsters have fangs.
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Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
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The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
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Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time.
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I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
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Go strip off your clothes that are a nuisance in this mellow clime. Get in and wrestle with the sea; wing your heels with the skill and power that reside in you, hit the sea’s breakers, master them, and ride upon their backs as a king should.
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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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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 dissapointments.
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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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Socialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.
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I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the last mosquito you and I squashed.
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The most beautiful stories always start with wreckage.
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The aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten.
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The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
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