“His grip hurt and he tasted dangerous; there was no other way to describe it. Like fire and sweat and savageness that scared her. He was so much bigger than she was, so much stronger. His kiss was hungry, ravenous.… — Toni Anderson Copy Share Image
I am born hungry. Ravenous. I want to eat the world, and I can never be satiated. — Gary Shteyngart Copy Share Image
