Jack London
Jack London
John Griffith "Jack" London was an American novelist, journalist, and social activist. A pioneer in the then-burgeoning world of commercial magazine fiction, he was one of the first fiction writers to obtain worldwide celebrity and a large fortune from his fiction alone...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 January 1876
CitySan Francisco, CA
CountryUnited States of America
book writing add
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.
inspiration writing light
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.
beauty writing add
I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me.
writing men too-much
Too much is written by the men who can't write about the men who do write.
writing unhappy care
Avoid the unhappy ending, the harsh, the brutal, the tragic, the horrible -- if you care to see in print things you write. (In this connection don't do as I do, but do as I say.
sleep atoms writing-words
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
writing sweat dozen
Don't write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.
beaten call claims compelled deep earth farther felt fire forest heard knew mankind nor thrilling turn wonder
. . . each day mankind and the claims of mankind slipped farther from him. Deep in the forest a call was sounding, and as often as he heard this call, mysteriously thrilling and luring, he felt compelled to turn his back upon the fire and the beaten earth around it, and to plunge into the forest, and on and on, he knew not where or why; nor did he wonder where or why, the call sounding imperiously, deep in the forest.
lurking merely suggestion though wild wolf
. . . there was about him a suggestion of lurking ferocity, as though the Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
francisco present san thousands time
San Francisco at the present time is like the crater of a volcano, around which are camped tens of thousands of refugees.
ashes atom blaze brilliant burn permanent rather sleepy spark stifled
I would rather be ashes than dust. I would rather that my spark would burn out in a brilliant blaze than be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
life puts
Do you know the only value life has is what life puts on itself?
american-novelist atom rather sleepy
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
black covering dark either fading forest frowned frozen lean recent seemed side silence stripped towards trees vast white wind
Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land.