“Too many thousands of opened books yawned between them and him. He had exiled himself.” — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Every book was a peep-hole into the realm of knowledge. His hunger fed upon what he read, and increased.” — Jack London Copy Share Image
But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“That was a page read and turned over; I was busy now with this new page, and when the engine whistled on… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Jack London (January 12, 1876 – November 22, 1916), was an American author who wrote The Call of the Wild and other… — Jack London Copy Share Image
I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me. I write a book for… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“I am an idealist who believes in reality, and who, therefore, in all i write strive to be real, to keep both… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Bog-lights, vapors of mysticism, psychic Gnosticisms, veils and tissues of words, gibbering subjectivisms, gropings and maunderings, ontological fantasies, pan-psychic hallucinations—this is the… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“But remember, my reader, whom I hope to have travel far with me through time and space remember, please, my reader, that… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Infinite ambition and infinite loneliness, receiving neither help nor sympathy, I did it all for myself--navigation, mathematics, science, literature and what not.… — Jack London Copy Share Image
All my life I have had an awareness of other times and places. I have been aware of other persons in me.… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Bog-lights, vapors of mysticism, psychic overtones, soul orgies, wailings among the shadows, weird gnosticisms, veils and tissues of words, gibbering subjectivisms, gropings… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Who are you, Martin Eden? he demanded of himself in the looking- glass, that night when he got back to his room.… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“On Editors: "... The chief qualification of ninety-nine per cent of all editors is failure. They have failed as writers. Don't think… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“And all the while the four men lay beside me and watched and made no move. Nor did I move, and without shame I… — Jack London Copy Share
“As the days went by, the evolution of LIKE into LOVE was accelerated. White Fang himself began to grow aware of it, though in… — Jack London Copy Share
My life shall be free and broad and great, and I will not be the slave to the sense delights which chained my ancient… — Jack London Copy Share
“But he knew life, its foulness as well as its fairness, its greatness in spite of the slime that infested it, and by God… — Jack London Copy Share
Of her own experience she had no memory of the thing happening; but in her instinct, which was the experience of all mothers of… — Jack London Copy Share
Socialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat. — Jack London Copy Share
“As I, my real self, grew older, I entered more and more into the substance of my dreams. One may dream, and even in… — Jack London Copy Share
A good soldier is a blind, heartless, soulless, murderous machine. He is not a man. His is not a brute, for brutes kill only… — Jack London Copy Share
“I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the… — Jack London Copy Share
“He wastes his time over his writing, trying to accomplish what geniuses and rare men with college educations sometimes accomplish.” — Jack London Copy Share
“Strength is an empty shell. One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself. Show me a man… — Jack London Copy Share
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… — Jack London Copy Share
