Jack London
9 books by Jack London to read free, each with its best passages and lines, and the best quotes from all of them below.
Where to start
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The Call of the Wild
The story of a domesticated dog’s return to a primitive state in the late 19th-century Yukon.
32,451 words, about 2 hours
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White Fang
A wild half-wolf survives a harsh existence before finding love and domestication in civilization.
72,646 words, about 5 hours
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The Sea-Wolf
Literary critic Humphrey Van Weyden is pressed into service aboard a seal-hunting schooner by its cruel, ruthless, but intelligent captain.
106,484 words, about 7 hours
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The Iron Heel
In the far future, a long-lost manuscript describes how the United States descended into a tyranny ruled by oligarchic plutocrats.
88,463 words, about 6 hours
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Martin Eden
A young working-class man sets out to become a bourgeois writer.
139,405 words, about 10 hours
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Before Adam
A man experiences the memories of a long dead ancestor through his dreams.
39,691 words, about 3 hours
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The Son of the Wolf
A collection of stories entailing life during the gold rush in the harsh wilderness of northwestern North America.
49,158 words, about 3 hours
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Jack London quotes
He opened his eyes, and into them came the unbridled anger of a kidnapped king.
It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life.
I too had been groping and floundering, the while I thought I rode clear-eyed through the mystery.
All the world is quiet, but it is the quiet before the storm.
He was responsive to beauty, and here was cause to respond.
Pictures! Pictures! Pictures!
Nature has many tricks wherewith she convinces man of his finity—the ceaseless flow of the tides, the fury of the storm, the shock of the earthquake, the long roll of heaven’s artillery—but the most stupendous, the most stupefying of all, is the passive phase of the White Silence.
He had lived so many dreary years that he was indeed tired.
You have flown the white flag of fatigue.
He was beaten (he knew that); but he was not broken.
It was a wistfulness bred of hunger, as cruel as its own fangs, as merciless as the frost itself.
But life and death were in that glance.
Gentlemen, a metaphysician is a medicine man.
He was in that rare and blissful state wherein a man sees his dreams stalk out from the crannies of fantasy and become fact.
My nights marked the reign of fear—and such fear!
It is not pleasant to be alone with painful thoughts in the White Silence.
Fifty degrees below zero was to him just precisely fifty degrees below zero.
Everything is good … as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death’s horses; they run in span.
They were savages, all of them, who knew no law but the law of club and fang.
A man’s half licked when he says he is.
Reading paths
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