Their hate bound them together as love could never bind. — Jack London

Is love so gross a thing that it must feed upon publication and public notice ? It would seem so. — Jack London

He did not playfully shake him, as was his wont, or murmur soft love curses; but he whispered in his ear.’As you love me, Buck. As you love me,’ was what he whispered.––Call of the Wild — Jack London

I was jealous; therefore I loved. — Jack London

And at the instant he knew, he ceased to know. — Jack London

Any man who was a man could travel alone. — Jack London

He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive. — Jack London

This expression of abandon and surrender, of absolute trust, he reserved for the master alone. — Jack London

You stand on dead men’s legs. You’ve never had any of your own. You couldn’t walk alone between two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly — Jack London

They, as a class, believed that they alone maintained civilization. — Jack London

They alone moved through the vast inertness. They alone were alive, and they sought for other things that were alive in order that they might devour them and continue to live. — Jack London

The function of man is to live, not to exist. — Jack London

The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. — Jack London

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of a man is to live, not to exist. Jack London — Jack London

The press of the United States? It is a parasitic growth that battens on the capitalist class. Its function is to serve the established by moulding public opinion, and right well it serves it. — Jack London

Man always gets less than he demands from life. — Jack London

He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in their significances. — Jack London

It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen–hearted Northland Wild. (Ch.1) — Jack London

He was justifying his existence, than which life can do no greater; for life achieves its summit when it does to the uttermost that which it was equipped to do. — Jack London

Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand. — Jack London

Do you know the only value life has is what life puts on itself? — Jack London

Growth is life, and life is for ever destined to make for light. — Jack London

The aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten. — Jack London

The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life. — Jack London

They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly. — Jack London

Life is not always a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well. — Jack London

He was a man without a past, whose future was the imminent grave and whose present was a bitter fever of living. — Jack London

Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time. — Jack London

The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time. — Jack London

Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time, he obeyed. — Jack London

He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time. — Jack London

He wastes his time over his writing, trying to accomplish what geniuses and rare men with college educations sometimes accomplish. — Jack London

I reckon you’ve called the turn, Bill. That wolf’s a dog, an’ it’s eaten fish many’s the time from the hand of man. (ch. 2.) — Jack London

Denied the outlet, through play, of his energies, he recoiled upon himself and developed his mental processes. He became cunning; he had idle time in which to devote himself to thoughts of trickery. — Jack London

You can’t wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club. — Jack London

Don’t loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club. — Jack London

A man with a club [bat] is a law–maker, a man to be obeyed, but not necessarily conciliated. — Jack London

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. — Jack London

He had learned well the law of club and fang, and he never forewent an advantage or drew back from a foe he had started on the way to Death. — Jack London

He had killed man, the noblest game of all, and he had killed in the face of the law of club and fang. — Jack London

Let beauty be your end. Why should you mint beauty into gold? Anyway, you can’t; — Jack London

I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me. — Jack London

I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me. I write a book for no other reason than to add three or four hundred acres to my magnificent estate. — Jack London

In short, Beauty Smith was a monstrosity, and the blame of it lay elsewhere. He was not responsible. The clay of him had been moulded in the making. — Jack London