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 LONDONYou can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
More Jack London Quotes
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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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Alcohol tells truth, but its truth is not normal.
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Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.
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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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If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
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It’s better to stand by someone’s side than by yourself
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Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
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Don’t loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club, and if you don’t get it you will nonetheless get something that looks remarkably like it.
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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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Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
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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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You look back and see how hard you worked and how poor you were, and how desperately anxious you were to succeed, and all you can remember is how happy you were.
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A good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.
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Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
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The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
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