No; I did not hate him. The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings. I can say only that I knew the gnawing of a desire for vengeance on him that was a pain in itself and that exceeded all the bounds of language.
JACK LONDONThe greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.
More Jack London Quotes
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You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
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Don’t write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.
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The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
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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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Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
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Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
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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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Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.
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Life, in a sense, is living and surviving. And all that makes for living and surviving is good. He who follows the fact cannot go astray, while he who has no reverence for the fact wanders afar.
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Not all the monsters have fangs.
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The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
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Some sorts of truth are truer than others.
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Show me a man with a tattoo and I’ll show you a man with an interesting past.
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His 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.
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He had come to know quite thoroughly the world in which he lived. His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetness of spirit did not exist.
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