Alice

“If looks could kill I should have been a dead man that day.  Openly they spat at sight of me, and, everywhere arose snarls and cries.”
― Jack London, The Jacket

“Always has woman crouched close to earth like a partridge hen mothering her young; always has my wantonness of roving led me out on the shining ways; and always have my star paths returned me to her, the figure everlasting, the woman, the one woman, for whose arms I had such need that clasped in them I have forgotten the stars.

For her I accomplished Odysseys scaled mountains crossed deserts; for her I led the hunt and was forward in battle; and for her end' to her I sang my songs of the things I had done. All ecstasies of life and rhapsodies of delight have been mine because of her. And here, at the end, I can say that I have known no sweeter, deeper madness of being than to drown in the fragrant glory and forgetfulness of her hair.”
― Jack London, The Star Rover

“this finger is not I.  Cut it off.  I live.  The body is mutilated.  I am not mutilated.  The spirit that is I is whole.”
― Jack London, The Jacket