I did not begin when I was born, nor when I was conceived. I have been growing, developing, through incalculable myriads of millenniums... All my previous selves have their voices, echoes, promptings in me... Oh, incalculable times again shall I be born.
Jack LondonMan rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
Jack LondonThere is such a thing as anaesthesia of pain, engendered by pain too exquisite to be borne.
Jack LondonHe had no conscious knowledge of death, but like every animal of the Wild, he possessed the instinct of death. To him it stood as the greatest of hurts. It was the very essence of the unknown; it was the sum of the terrors of the unknown, the one culminating and unthinkable catastrophe that could happen to him, about which he knew nothing and about which he feared everything.
Jack London