The Road Quotes

“Every once in a while, in newspapers, magazines, and biographical dictionaries, I run upon sketches of my life, wherein, delicately phrased, I learn that it was in order to study sociology that I became a tramp. This is very nice and thoughtful of the biographers, but it is inaccurate. I became a tramp — well, because of the life that was in me, of the wanderlust in my blood that would not let me rest. Sociology was merely incidental; it came afterward, in the same manner that a wet skin follows a ducking. I went on "The Road" because I couldn't keep away from it; because I hadn't the price of the railroad fare in my jeans; because I was so made that I couldn't work all my life on "one same shift"; because — well, just because it was easier to than not to.”
― Jack London, The Road

“Perhaps the greatest charm of tramp-life is the absence of monotony. In Hobo Land the face of life is protean—an ever changing phantasmagoria, where the impossible happens and the unexpected jumps out of the bushes at every turn of the road. The hobo never knows what is going to happen the next moment; hence, he lives only in the present moment. He has learned the futility of telic endeavor, and knows the delight of drifting along with the whimsicalities of Chance”
― Jack London, The Road

“He cut short my request for something to eat, snapping out, "I don't believe you want to work."
Now this was irrelevant. I hadn't said anything about work. The topic of conversation I had introduced was "food." In fact, I didn't want to work. I wanted to take the westbound overland that night.”
― Jack London, The Road

“That was a page read and turned over; I was busy now with this new page, and when the engine whistled on the grade, this page would be finished and another begun; and so the book of life goes on, page after page and pages without end—when one is young.”
― Jack London, The Road

“And all the while the four men lay beside me and watched and made no move. Nor did I move, and without shame I say it; though my reason was compelled to struggle hard against my natural impulse to rise up and interfere. I knew life. Of what use to the woman, or to me, would be my being beaten to death by five men there on the bank of the Susquehanna? I once saw a man hanged, and though my whole soul cried protest, my mouth cried not. Had it cried, I should most likely have had my skull crushed by the butt of a revolver, for it was the law that the man should hang. And here, in this gypsy group, it was the law that the woman should be whipped.

Even so, the reason in both cases that I did not interfere was not that it was the law, but that the law was stronger than I. Had it not been for those four men beside me in the grass, right gladly would I have waded into the man with the whip. And, barring the accident of the landing on me with a knife or a club in the hands of some of the various women of the camp, I am confident that I should have beaten him into a mess. But the four men were beside me in the grass. They made their law stronger than I.”
― Jack London, The Road

“We took up a collection and sent a telegram to the authorities of that town. The text of the message was that eighty-five healthy, hungry hoboes would arrive about noon and that it would be a good idea to have dinner ready for them.”
― Jack London, The Road

“Now it happens that I am a fluid sort of an organism, with sufficient kinship with life to fit myself in 'most anywhere.”
― Jack London, The Road

“I couldn't find any straw to step upon, so I stepped upon more men. The resentment increased, so did my forward movement. I lost my footing and sat down with sharp abruptness. Unfortunately, it was on a man's head. The next moment he had risen on his hands and knees in wrath, and I was flying through the air. What goes up must come down, and I came down on another man's head.
What happened after that is very vague in my memory. It was like going through a threshing-machine. I was bandied about from one end of the car to the other. Those eighty-four hoboes winnowed me out till what little was lift of me, by some miracle, found a bit of straw to rest upon”
― Jack London, The Road

“. I have sometimes held forth (facetiously, so my listeners believed) that the chief distinguishing trait between man and the other animals is that man is the only animal that maltreats the females of his kind. It is something of which no wolf nor cowardly coyote is ever guilty. It is something that even the dog, degenerated by domestication, will not do.”
― Jack London, The Road

“The proper function of man is to live, not to exist”
― Jack London, The Road

“Mercanti della carità, andate ad imparare dai poveri, perché solo i poveri sono caritatevoli.
Loro non danno né negano dal loro sovrappiù, perché di sovrappiù non ne hanno.
Loro danno, non negano mai [...].
Dare un osso al cane non è carità. Carità è spartire l'osso col cane avendo fame quanto lui.”
― Jack London, The Road

“Algumas vezes, tenho defendido (há quem pense que isso é brincadeira) a ideia de que o principal traço de distinção entre o homem e os outros animais é que o homem é o único ser que maltrata as fêmeas de sua espécie. Isso é algo de que nenhum lobo ou coiote covarde pode ser acusado de fazer. Nem mesmo o cachorro, degenerado pela domesticação, fará tal coisa. O cão ainda conserva o instinto selvagem, enquanto o homem perdeu a maioria de seus instintos selvagens — pelo menos, a maior parte dos bons instintos.”
― Jack London, The Road

“c programming language”
― Jack London, The road

“mere web page of spouse-beating on the Susquehanna.”
― Jack London, The road