White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong.

The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.

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

Of her own experience she had no memory of the thing happening; but in her instinct, which was the experience of all mothers of wolves, there lurked a memory of fathers that had eaten their new-born and helpless progeny.

He was not immoral, but merely unmoral.

I was carrying a beautiful alcoholic conflagration around with me. The thing fed on its own heat and flamed the fiercer. There was no time, in all my waking time, that I didn't want a drink. I began to anticipate the completion of my daily thousand words by taking a drink when only five hundred words were written. It was not long until I prefaced the beginning of the thousand words with a drink.

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