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Jack London

Don’t write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.
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Concentration Focus Story Writing
The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
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Class God Himself Mom
Love 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.
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Couple Desire Fulfill Love Nature Pain Peace Possession Satisfaction
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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Afraid Choice Heart Live Myself Sing Song Wild
Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
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Possession Pursuit Unity
The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
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Himself Lingering Sleep Wild Wolf
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 LONDON

Afraid Life Live Myself Open Shame Value
Show me a man with a tattoo and I’ll show you a man with an interesting past.
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Design Man Myself Past Skin
Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
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Card Deep Goodness Hands Hard Time Hold Inspirational Life Perspective Play Poor
Fear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on.
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Encouragement Fear Growth Himself
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 LONDON

Description Feeling Hate Language Myself Strong Weakness Word
The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
JACK LONDON

Ghost Greatness Life Silence Wake Up Way Winter
Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
JACK LONDON

Behavior Character Cruelty Intelligence Man Stupidity
Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
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Himself Kind Man Place Value Woman
In a saturated population life is always cheap.
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Cheap Life Poor Population
The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.
JACK LONDON

Art Conquer Greatness Man

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