“As I, my real self, grew older, I entered more and more into the substance of my dreams. One may dream, and… — Jack London Copy Share Image
The grapes on a score of rolling hills are red with autumn flame. Across Sonoma Mountain wisps of sea fog are stealing.… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“I could never live out completely one full experience, one point of consciousness in time and space. My dreams, if dreams they… — 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
Pictures! Pictures! Pictures! Often, before I learned, did I wonder whence came the multitudes of pictures that thronged my dreams; for they… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“We, helpless infants in arms or creeping quadruped-like on the floor, dreamed our dreams of air flight. Yes; and we endured the… — Jack London Copy Share Image
The man, with his brain, can pierce the intoxicating mirage of things and contemplate a frozen universe in the most perfect indifference… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“On Gangs: "... This ain't a scrap, fellows. It's murder, an' we ought to stop it." But no one stopped it, and… — Jack London Copy Share Image
“Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivalled those of poppy-eaters” — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
