Quotes About Jack London

The package contained a book Rachel had requested, The Sea Wolf. Its author, Jack London, had visited Kalaupapa a year and a half ago; Rachel had liked The Call of the Wild, and worked up the nerve to tell him so. He seemed surprised to find a fan here, but was very friendly and gracious. Shortly after, he published an even-handed, sympathetic account of his stay at Kalaupapa.

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

Once I tried to do Jack London's 'Sea Wolf' as a picture. I wanted to film most of the scenes at sea but ran into opposition from those who wanted studio sets.

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.

No; I did not hate him. The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings. I can say only that I knew the gnawing of a desire for vengeance on him that was a pain in itself and that exceeded all the bounds of language.

Thus it was that in obedience to the law laid down by his mother, and in obedience to the law of that unknown and nameless thing, fear, he kept away from the mouth of the cave.

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

No man can be intellectually insulted. Insult, in its very nature, is emotional.

This was a god indeed, a love-god, a warm and radiant god, in whose light White Fang's nature expanded as a flower expands under the sun.

His eyes were likewise greeted by White Fang, but about the latter there were no signs of shame nor guilt. He carried himself with pride, as though, forsooth, he had achieved a deed praiseworthy and meritorious. There was about him no consciousness of sin.

his ardors and toils were in themselves self-remunerative. They were expressions of life, and life is always happy when it is expressing itself.

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.)

It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. 

The facts of life took on a fiercer aspect; and while he faced that aspect uncowed, he faced it with all the latent cunning of his nature aroused.

it should serve as a warning to those rash political theorists of to-day who speak with certitude of social processes. Capitalism

Like had been replaced by love. And love was the plummet dropped down into the deeps of him where like had never gone. And responsive out of his deeps had come the new thing—love. That which was given unto him did he return. This was a god indeed, a love–god, a warm and radiant god, in whose light White Fang's nature expanded as a flower expands under the sun.

In years and years not one of them has been in contact with a good woman, or within the influence, or redemption, which irresistibly radiates from such a creature.  There

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.

Socialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.

Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivaled those of poppy-eaters.

No matter how breathless the air when he dug his nest by tree or bank, the wind that later blew inevitably found him to leeward, sheltered and snug

Sacredam! he cried, when his eyes lit upon Buck. Dat one dam bully dog! Eh? How moch?

Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivalled those of poppy-eaters

Some maundering fancy of going out with the tide suddenly obsessed me.