Quotes About Jack London

Oh, I am not challenging your sincerity, Ernest continued. You are sincere. You preach what you believe. There lies your strength and your value—to the capitalist class.

An' right here I want to remark,' Bill went on, 'that that animal's familiarity with camp-fires is suspicious an' immoral.' 'It knows for certain more'n a self-respectin' wolf ought to know,' Henry agreed

We socialists, anarchists, hoboes, chicken thieves, outlaws and undesirable citizens of the U>S> are with you heart and soul. You will notice that we are not respectable. Neither are you. No revolutionary can possibly be respectable in these days of the reign of property....I for one wish there were more outlaws of the sort that formed the gallant band that took Mexicali.

He is a better man than you are. […] His 'human fictions,' as you choose to call them, make for nobility and manhood. You have no fictions, no dreams, no ideals. You are a pauper.

Dat one dam bully dog! Eh? How moch?

Five dollars for five thousand words, ten words for a cent, the market price for art. The disappointment of it, the lie of it, the infamy of it, were uppermost in his thoughts;

The Church does not protest against it," Ernest replied. "And in so far as the Church does not protest, it condones, for remember the Church is supported by the capitalist class.

The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances.

Nature had been busy designing him, as she had been busy with all normal men, for the purpose of loving. She had spent ten thousand centuries — ay, a hundred thousand and a million centuries — upon the task, and he was the best she could do.

Yes, I was inspired by Jack London and still love reading his books. Ernie Banks is another hero because I lived in Chicago for two years as a kid, and I loved that he was the Cubs' loyal underdog and one of the first African-Americans to make that breakthrough.

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