Is love so gross a thing that it must feed upon publication and public notice ? It would seem so. - Jack London

They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.

He does not lose anything, for with the loss of himself he loses the knowledge of loss.

I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.