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.
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.
More Jack London Quotes
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Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
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Age is never so old as youth would measure it.
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White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong.
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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.
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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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The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
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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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Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
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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 most beautiful stories always start with wreckage.
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A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.
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Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.
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Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.
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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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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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