It was the worst hurt he had ever known.

Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tide-water dog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San Diego.

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

All my life I have had an awareness of other times and places. I have been aware of other persons in me. Oh, and trust me, so have you, my reader that is to be. Read back into your childhood, and this sense of awareness I speak of will be remembered as an experience of childhood. You were then not fixed, not crystallized. You were plastic, a soul in flux, a consciousness and an identity in the process of forming--ay, of forming and forgetting.

The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.

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

The game of life is good, though all of life may be hurt, and though all lives lose the game in the end.