Quote by Lauren Groff

“He was a precocious and delicate little boy, quivering with the malaise of being unloved. When we played, his child's heart would come into…

— Harold Brodkey

“He had mad hungers that grew more ravenous as he fed them.”

— Oscar Wilde

“Hunger was a species, and he was the best of that kind.”

— Maggie Stiefvater

“The formless aching hunger that suffused his being wasn't there like it used to be. There was something sharper in it, like the great…

— S.P. Wayne

“There’s little in life that’s so disheartening as constant cold.”

— Stephen King

“What he ate did not so much relieve his hunger, as keep it immortal in him.”

— Herman Melville

“It was the skinny boy’s stillness, he decided later. Those lines of age in a face as young as mine. His look of winter…

— John le Carré

“The end of starvation is quite delicious.”

— Lisa Renee Jones

“He couldn’t help remembering how much he’d wanted a puppy when he was a little boy. Mind you, they’d been starving – anything with…

— Terry Pratchett

“That was how I looked at life sometimes, as a warm meal that was growing cold. I knew I had to eat, or else…

— Herman Koch

“The memory of sustenance is a terrible thing. Far worse, I think, than actual starving. Starving just kills you. Longing can gnaw away at…

— Terri Cheney

“A warm human plumpness settled down on his brain. His brain yielded. Perfume of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh obscurely, he mutely…

— James Joyce