Too much is written by the men who can’t write about the men who do write.
Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others.
The aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten.
Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time.
The human race is doomed to sink back farther and farther into the primitive night ere again it begins its bloody climb upward to civilization.
I was five years old the first time I got drunk.
I was jealous; therefore I loved.
It’s better to stand by someone’s side than by yourself.
There is such a thing as anesthesia of pain, engendered by pain too exquisite to be borne.
As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.
He was always striving to attain it. The life that was so swiftly expanding within him, urged him continually toward the wall of light. The life that was within him knew that it was the one way out, the way he was predestined to tread.
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.
She was thrilling to a desire that urged her to go forward, to be in closer to that fire, to be squabbling with the dogs, and to be avoiding and dodging the stumbling feet of men.
He was a silent fury who no torment could tame.
They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.
But I am I. And I won’t subordinate my taste to the unanimous judgment of mankind.
My mistake was in ever opening the books.
He was not immoral, but merely unmoral.
Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
For the pride of trace and trail was his, and sick unto death, he could not bear that another dog should do his work.