I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me. — Jack London Copy Share Image
Too much is written by the men who can't write about the men who do write. — Jack London Copy Share Image
Don't write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen. — Jack London Copy Share Image
Avoid the unhappy ending, the harsh, the brutal, the tragic, the horrible -- if you care to see in print things you… — 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
“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
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
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
“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
“Don’t dash off a six-thousand-word story before breakfast. Don’t write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it… — 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
