Jack London Quotes
Then one can't make a living out of poetry? Certainly not. What fool expects to? Out of rhyming, yes.
Food and fire, protection and companionship, were some of the things he received from the god. In return, he guarded the god's property, defended his body, worked for him, and obeyed him.
For the pride of trace and trail was his, and sick unto death, he could not bear that another dog should do his work.
They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.
He wastes his time over his writing, trying to accomplish what geniuses and rare men with college educations sometimes accomplish.
Thirty thousand a year was all right, but dyspepsia and inability to be humanly happy robbed such princely income of all its value.
There were not words enough in the English language, nor in any language, to make his attitude and conduct intelligible to them.
Culture and collars had gone together, to him, and he had been deceived into believing that college educations and mastery were the same things.
The bubbly play of wit, the chesty laughs, the resonant voices of men when glass in hand they shut the grey world outside and prod their brains with the fun and folly of an accelerated pulse.
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.(from Who's Who in Hell)
Yet all three animals were keyed to a tenseness of living that was almost painful, and scarcely ever would it come to them to be more alive than they were then in their seeming petrifaction.
It is far easier to see brave men die than to hear a coward beg for life.
…and from that moment Buck hated him with a bitter and deathless hatred.
Never did he fail to respond savagely to the chatter of the squirrel he had first met on the blasted pine.
The proper function of man is to live not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them.
