Цитаты из книги автора Jack London Мартин Иден / Martin Eden

I could tell you the moon is made of green cheese and you would agree, because I’ve got dollars, mountains of them

he’s got to get out.

This feeling of the divine startled him

ennobled and purified him

repose of the house wherein Ruth dwelt

squall of the child

odors of stale vegetables and soapsuds

He hated to sleep. There was too much to do, too much of life to live.

“You see,” she said frankly, “writing must be a trade, like anything else. You can’t become a blacksmith without spending three – or five! – years at learning the trade.”

what had become of him