Jack London — American Novelist born on January 12, 1876, died on November 22, 1916

John Griffith "Jack" London was an American author, journalist, and social activist. A pioneer in the then-burgeoning world of commercial magazine fiction, he was one of the first fiction writers to obtain worldwide celebrity and a large fortune from his fiction alone... (wikipedia)

There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me. I write a book for no other reason than to add three or four hundred acres to my magnificent estate.
A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.
Darn the wheel of the world! Why must it continually turn over? Where is the reverse gear?