Jack London Quotes Novels & Stories

Leon convinces, turns towards me, “Miss Joanne, you won’t see anything even up in the air. I do have to mention again that this is the land of ‘Devoid of light’.” His words do make sense. “True.” I know I am subconsciously following Leon’s decision. “I did want to see this forecast in the air, but I guess this is not the right timing especially in the dark when it is not safe.” “It IS safe.” Cid interjects and emphasizes to me, “Nothing to worry about on my back.” Man, he really sounds like Jack. My brother would even use the exact same wording when he tries to convince me. Now he makes me smile like I can’t control it, Cid reminds me so much of Jack. Same type of reckless and same type that

While I was drinking, everyone started the drunk talk. Chris asked us, "How's life going?" Jack answered him, "It's about work. I thought after graduating, we can live as we want but it got more complicated. My dad said if I want money then I should work." Dylan commented on Jack's blabber, "Your dad's a rich man then why is he still expecting you to work?" Jack said to Dylan, "Because he's the guy who chants like 'men should work to earn money' and he says stuff like that."

Jake was saying " I'm not jealous, just concerned. You should learn the difference," Jack corrected " I didn't think you were the kind to be concerned," Jake replied " That you're carrying my employee out to your lair? Of course I care, I'm not that cold hearted" Jake scoffed. " Do you still have a heart? I use to think that you had once upon a time. Now it's all machine and cranky nuts and bolts" " Poke me with your needle till I bleed, idiot. Of course, I have a heart"

There was too much seriousness on such a beautiful day. “Yeah, we can go now slugger. Hop on in don’t dilly dally.?” Lucas looked at jack a confused expression on his face, “What’s dilly dally gramps?” Jack laughed, “Hop in, I’ll tell you all about it on the way.”

The sheer absurdity of the moment was almost overwhelming. "Agriculture," he said into the phone, his voice flat. "Tell them to buy agriculture. People have to eat." He hung up without waiting for a reply. He returned his attention to Viktor, who was now staring at him with wide, uncomprehending eyes, a man who had just witnessed a lion pausing mid-charge to discuss gardening tips. "As I was saying," Jack continued, his voice now a deadly whisper that was somehow louder than Viktor's earlier shouting. "My city doesn't have a bargaining table. It has a throne… and it has graves. You have five seconds to choose which one you want."

The other one replied just as indignantly, ‘I hear there won’t be a trial him, and that bloody idiot who thinks he should be President will be shot and disposed of discreetly, no one will ever know, it all being kept hush-hush. I happen to care about our relationship with the Brits. They are the finest fighting force we Americans have ever fought alongside, they have always, without fail, had our backs. Why would they betray our greatest Allies? Jack opened his eyes and looked at me then joined in their conversation,

He dared. "Jack?" Jack turned to Nick who shook his head at him. He sighed and brought the gun down to his side. "I'm pretty sure you should watch your mouth if you want to come out of here alive or else, I'll teach you how to do it." Jack said before walking away mumbling something of 'Rich people and their rude attitude, disgusting!' ---

“Tell me anyway.” “I don’t like poor man was buried with one of my shovels. I think he wouldn’t want me sell more.” Okay, so Mike had told the guy when he’d picked up his own shovel and questioned him. The trouble with rookies was they talked too much. They screwed up a couple of times, that was how they learned, Jack thought without heat. He’d done the same, more than once, before he’d learned better. He put on his friendliest face. “I’m the poor man. All I want is talk.”

Athena POV “I used to think my life was a tragedy, but now I realize, it’s a comedy”. That famous quote from the Joker runs through my head over and over, as my clothes are absolutely drenched in slimy red and yellow gunk. Only, in my case, it’s still a tragedy. I fail to see the comedy part in all of this.

Jack said suddenly. Landon was silent for a while. He didn't know what exactly to say. Then he cleared his throat and said, "well you do have the shittiest luck." The remark was so candid and devoid of pity that Jack burst into laughter. That was the last thing he had expected Landon to say. He was used to take sympathy or even pity. But not honesty. Never honesty. It was refreshing. "Why do we hate each other so much again?" Jack asked thoughtfully.